The smoke cloud billows out his mouth
Like a freight train through a small town
The jokes that he told across the bar
Were revolting and far too loud
They shake their heads saying "God help her" when I
Tell 'em he's my man
But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger
I can fix him no really I can
And only I can
The dopamine races through his brain
His hand so calloused from his pistol
Softly traces hearts on my face
And I could see it from a mile away
A perfect case for my certain skillset
He had a halo of the highest grade
He just hadn't met me yet
They shake their heads saying "God help her" when I
Tell 'em he's my man
But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger
I can fix him no really I can
And only I can
Good boy that's right
Come close I'll show you heaven
If you'll be an angel all night
Trust me I can handle me a dangerous man
No really I can
They shook their heads saying "God help her" when I
Told 'em he's my man
I told 'em he's my man
But your good Lord didn't need to lift a finger
I can fix him no really I can
No really I can
Whoa maybe I can't