Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Smiles Are Good

This week has been one for the record books. I needed something that would make me laugh and then this came on the radio. It didn't quite make me laugh, but at least I smiled!

I'm Still a Guy
Brad Paisley

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 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
And 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 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 feel as you walk 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 back rub means only a back rub
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 feel as you walk 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 tackle box.

Yeah, with all of these men linein' 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.

Oh my eyebrows ain't plucked
There's a gun in my truck.
Oh thank god, I'm still a guy.

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