I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)
 作词 : Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift
 作曲 : 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