The smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small townThe jokes that he told across the bar were revolting and far too loudThey shake their heads saying, "God, help her" when I tell 'em he's my manBut your good lord doesn't need to lift a fingerI can fix him, no, really, I canAnd only I canThe dopamine races through his brain on a six-lane Texas highwayHis hands so callus from his pistol softly traces hearts on my faceAnd I could see it from a mile awayA perfect case for my certain skill setHe had a halo of the highest gradeHe just hadn't met me yetThey shake their heads saying, "God, help her" when I tell 'em he's my manBut your good lord doesn't need to lift a fingerI can fix him, no, really, I canAnd only I canGood boy, that's rightCome closeI'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all mineTrust me, I can handle me a dangerous manNo really, I canThey 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 fingerI can fix him, no, really, I can (no, really, I can)Woah, maybe I can't
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Taylor Alison Swift (West Reading, Pensilvania, 13 de diciembre de 1989) es una cantautora estadounidense. Sus composiciones y sus reinvenciones artísticas la han convertido en un icono cultural del siglo XXI. Es la artista musical con mayores ingresos por…
