i can fix him (no really i can)
and only i can
āthe smoke cloud billows out his mouthā
āthe jokes that he told across the bar were revolting and far too loudā
āthey shake their heads saying āgod, help herā when i tell āem heās my manā
āhis hand, so calloused from his pistol, softly traces hearts on my faceā
āhe had a halo of the highest grade he just hadnāt met me yetā
āgood boy, thatās right. come close. iāll show you heaven if youāll be an angel all nightā
ātrust me, i can handle me a dangerous manā
āwoah, maybe i canātā











