I'm Still a Guy

When you see a deer, you see Bambi

And I see antlers up on the wall

You see a lake you think picnics

And I see a large mouth up under that log.



You're probably thinkin' that you're gonna change me

In some ways, well, maybe you might

Scrub me down, dress me up

Oh, but no matter what, remember, I'm still a guy.



When you see a priceless French painting

I see a drunk naked girl

You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy

And I'd like to give it a whirl.



Well, love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of

And in a weak moment I might

Walk your sissie dog, hold your purse at the mall

But remember, I'm still a guy.



And I'll pour out my heart, hold your hand in the car

Write a love song that makes you cry

Then turn right around, knock some jerk to the ground

'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by.



I can hear you now talkin' to your friends

Sayin', yeah girls, he's come a long way

From draggin' his knuckles and carryin' a club

And buildin' a fire in a cave.



But when you say a backrub means only a backrub

And you swat my hand when I try

Well, now what can I say at the end of the day

Honey, I'm still a guy.



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And I'll pour out my heart, hold your hand in the car

Write a love song that makes you cry

Then turn right around, knock some jerk to the ground

'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by.



These days there's dudes gettin' facials

Manicured, waxed and botoxed

With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands

You can't grip a tacklebox.



Yeah, with all of these men linin' up to get neutered

It's hip now to be feminized

Well, I don't highlight my hair, I've still got a pair

Yeah honey, I'm still a guy.



Oh, my eyebrows ain't plucked, there's a gun in my truck

Oh, thank God I'm still a guy...