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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 sayin',
"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 skill set
He had a halo of the
highest grade
He just hadn't met me yet
They shake their heads sayin',
"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 sayin',
"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)
Woah, maybe I can't
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