Lyrics
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 them 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 them 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 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)
Whoa, maybe I can't
WRITERS
Jack Antonoff, Taylor Swift
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Theme
Abuse and Violence
The Tortured Poets Department
2024
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07
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