Brad Paisley managed a romance song involving

blood-sucking insects, but somehow I missed this one:
When you see a deer you see Bambi
I see antlers up on the wall
You see a lake you think picnics, and I see
A largemouth up under that log
I know that your thinking that you're gonna change me
In some ways well maybe you might
Scrub me down, dress me up, oh well, 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 at the end

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 tackle box
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
Yea Honey, I'm still a guy
And my eyebrows ain't plucked
There's a gun in my truck
Oh thank God I'm still a guy