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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

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[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
The dopamine races through his brain
on a six-lane Texas highway
His hands 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 gradе
He just hadn't met me yеt

[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

[Bridge]
Good boy, that's right
Come close
I'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all mine
Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man
No really, I can

[Chorus]
They shook their heads saying, "God, help her"
when I told them he's my man (I told them 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