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 picnic And I see a large mouth up under that log You're probably thinking that you're going to change me In some ways well maybe you might Scrub me down, dress me up but remember no matter what I'm still a guy When you see a priceless French painting I see drunk, naked girls 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 sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall But remember, I'm still a guy 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, what can I say at the end of the day Honey, I'm still a guy 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 With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands You can't grip a tacklebox With all of these men lining up to get neutered Getting out of being feminized 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