I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)
[00:00.00]I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - Taylor Swift
[00:01.99]Lyrics by：Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift
[00:03.18]Composed by：Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift
[00:04.38]Produced by：Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift
[00:05.61]The smoke cloud billows out his mouth
[00:08.72]Like a freight train through a small town
[00:14.57]The jokes that he told across the bar
[00:17.69]Were revolting and far too loud
[00:23.25]They shake their heads saying "God help her" when I
[00:27.66]Tell 'em he's my man
[00:31.05]But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger
[00:35.52]I can fix him no really I can
[00:41.44]And only I can
[00:45.87]The dopamine races through his brain
[00:49.01]On a six-lane Texas highway
[00:54.91]His hand so calloused from his pistol
[00:57.97]Softly traces hearts on my face
[01:03.43]And I could see it from a mile away
[01:06.55]A perfect case for my certain skillset
[01:12.26]He had a halo of the highest grade
[01:16.25]He just hadn't met me yet
[01:21.54]They shake their heads saying "God help her" when I
[01:25.98]Tell 'em he's my man
[01:29.39]But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger
[01:33.81]I can fix him no really I can
[01:39.75]And only I can
[01:43.41]Good boy that's right
[01:47.83]Come close I'll show you heaven
[01:51.19]If you'll be an angel all night
[01:56.24]Trust me I can handle me a dangerous man
[02:04.44]No really I can
[02:10.91]They shook their heads saying "God help her" when I
[02:15.30]Told 'em he's my man
[02:17.30]I told 'em he's my man
[02:18.97]But your good Lord didn't need to lift a finger
[02:23.14]I can fix him no really I can
[02:26.85]No really I can
[02:28.78]Whoa maybe I can't
[00:01.99]Lyrics by：Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift
[00:03.18]Composed by：Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift
[00:04.38]Produced by：Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift
[00:05.61]The smoke cloud billows out his mouth
[00:08.72]Like a freight train through a small town
[00:14.57]The jokes that he told across the bar
[00:17.69]Were revolting and far too loud
[00:23.25]They shake their heads saying "God help her" when I
[00:27.66]Tell 'em he's my man
[00:31.05]But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger
[00:35.52]I can fix him no really I can
[00:41.44]And only I can
[00:45.87]The dopamine races through his brain
[00:49.01]On a six-lane Texas highway
[00:54.91]His hand so calloused from his pistol
[00:57.97]Softly traces hearts on my face
[01:03.43]And I could see it from a mile away
[01:06.55]A perfect case for my certain skillset
[01:12.26]He had a halo of the highest grade
[01:16.25]He just hadn't met me yet
[01:21.54]They shake their heads saying "God help her" when I
[01:25.98]Tell 'em he's my man
[01:29.39]But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger
[01:33.81]I can fix him no really I can
[01:39.75]And only I can
[01:43.41]Good boy that's right
[01:47.83]Come close I'll show you heaven
[01:51.19]If you'll be an angel all night
[01:56.24]Trust me I can handle me a dangerous man
[02:04.44]No really I can
[02:10.91]They shook their heads saying "God help her" when I
[02:15.30]Told 'em he's my man
[02:17.30]I told 'em he's my man
[02:18.97]But your good Lord didn't need to lift a finger
[02:23.14]I can fix him no really I can
[02:26.85]No really I can
[02:28.78]Whoa maybe I can't
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
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
