still a guy...

Not me -- I've never been a guy. But I do have a fondness for them... especially Ryan. :) Here's another ode to Brad Paisley -- One of my favorite songs. I love real men.... Just listen.

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, ah, 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 ridin' 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.

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
Saying, "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 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 gettin' facials,
Manicured, waxed and botoxed.
With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotion-y hands,
You can't grip a tacklebox.
Yeah 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 now 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.