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 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 haven'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 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 They shake their head saying God help her When I tell him he's my man But your good lord didn't need to lift a finger I can fix him no really I can |