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στίχοι I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

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 skill set
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 mine
Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man
No, really, I can
 
They shook their heads saying, "God help her"
When I tell 'em "He's my man" (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 (No, really, I can)
Woah, maybe I can't
 

 

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