I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) Songtext
von Taylor Swift

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 hands so callus 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 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