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..
Chorus
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
On A Six Lane Texas Highway..
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
Chorus
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
Chorus
They Shake Their Heads, Saying, "God Help Her"
When I Tell 'Em He's My Man..
(I Told 'Em He's My Man)
But Your Good Lord Doesn't Need To Lift A Finger
I Can Fix Him, No Really I Can.. (No Really I Can)
Whoa, Maybe I.. Can't..
