The small 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 head saying God help her when I tell him 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 on a six lane Texas highway
His hand, so callous from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face
And I can see it from a mile away a perfect case for my certain skill set
He had a halo on the highest grade he just hadn’t met me yet
They shake their head saying God help her when I tell him 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 shake their head saying God help her when I tell him 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
Maybe I can’t
