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
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
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 ...
They shook their heads
Saying, "God help her"
When 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
WOAH - maybe I can't.
Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Antonoff Jack Michael
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