I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - Taylor Swift

Lyrics by：Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift

Composed by：Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift

Produced by：Jack Antonoff/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 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

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

No really I can

Whoa maybe I can't