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(Tim Lee/Paul Overstreet)

We don't to go out shoppin',
We don't what's on sale.
We just want to sit with a bag of chips,
the NFL.
When you over at half-time,
An' say: "Does dress fit too tight?"
We just look you in the eye a big fat lie,
An say:"Uh, uh: just right."

Well, the truth about men.
Yeah, that's the truth us.
We like to and golf on our days off,
Scratch, an' spit, an cuss.
It don't what line we hand you,
When we come in.
We ain't we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably happen again.

We hate "Steel Magnolias".
We "Rambo" an' "Die Hard 4".
Jump up and down like fools we see the new tools,
At the Home store.
We really wanna take you to dinner,
At fancy restaurant.
The only reason we do is we know it leads to,
The one that we all want.

Well, that's the truth men.
Yeah, that's the about guys.
rather play guitars and work on cars,
Than work on the in our lives.
An' though we say it to you,
now and then,
We ain't we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably happen again.

Well, if you to know what we're all thinkin',
nothing too complex.
It's just cold for drinkin',
And a lot of s-e......

Yes, the truth about men.
Yeah, the truth about us.
We like to hunt and an' drive around, lost,
Scratch, an' spit, an' a whole lot of other stuff.
It matter what line we hand you,
we come a-crawlin' in.
We wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably happen again.

We wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna
Sure, gonna happen;
You it's gonna happen again.
An' that's the about men.

You it, son.