Brad Paisley - I'm still a guy

When you see a deer
You see Bambi
And I see antlers up on the wall
When you see a lake
You think picnics
And I see a large mouth up under that log
You’re probably thinking that you’re gonna change me
In some ways well, maybe you might
Scrub me down, dress me up
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
Love makes a man
Do some things he ain’t proud of
And in a weak moment
I might walk your sissy 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 talking to your friends
Saying, yeah girls, he’s come a long way
From dragging his knuckles
And carrying a club
And building a fire in a cave
But when you say a backrub means only a backrub
Then 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

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
Getting facials
Manicured, waxed and botoxed
But with deep spray on tans
And creamy lotioney hands
You can’t grip a tackle box
With all of these men
Lining up to get neutered
It’s hip now to be feminized
I don’t highlight my hair
I’ve still got a pair
Yeah, honey, I’m still a guy

My eyebrows ain’t plucked
There’s a gun in my truck
Thank God, I’m still a guy