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BRAD PAISLEY lyrics : "Letter To Me"

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 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 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

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