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Capo on 2nd fret
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The smoke cloud billows out his mouth
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Like a freight train through a small town
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The jokes that he told across the bar were
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Revolting and far too loud
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They shake their heads saying: God, help her, when I
C D Em
Tell 'em he's my man
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But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger
C D Em
I can fix him, no, really, I can
C D Em
And only I can
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The dopamine races through his brain
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On a six-lane Texas highway
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His hands, so calloused from his pistol
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Softly traces hearts on my face
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And I could see it from a mile away
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A perfect case for my certain skill set
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He had a halo of the highest gradе
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He just hadn't met me yеt
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They shake their heads saying: God, help her, when I
C D Em
Tell 'em he's my man
C D Bm Em
But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger
C D Em
I can fix him, no, really, I can
C D Em
And only I can
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Good boy, that's right, come close
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I'll show you heaven if you'll be an angel
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All mine
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Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man
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No, really, I can
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They shake their heads saying: God, help her, when I
C D Em
Tell 'em he's my man (I told them he's my man)
C D Bm Em
But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger
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I can fix him, no, really, I can (no, really, I can)
D Em
Woah, maybe I can't
Written by Taylor Swift / Jack Antonoff