Think you could handle the bad song she'd write about you afterwards?
I'm just a young deer,
Drinkin' my first beer,
Not a care in the world,
Unaware my scent swirled,
Through a sight he watched me,
Waiting till I had to pee,
As I copped a squat I saw,
He was already at full draw.
(Chorus)
That man, that man...I should have known,
Each year measuring how much I'd grown,
One day he came to punch my ticket,
Right there in an open thicket.
Some people think I'm just a brat,
Because I'm a Democrat,
But you shouldn't judge me,
Or score me constantly,
Leave me alone,
Don't shoot me with your phone,
I only wanna live free,
Don't point that shaft at me.
(Chorus)
That man, that man...I should have known,
Each year measuring how much I'd grown,
One day he came to punch my ticket,
Right there in an open thicket.
Now I lay here in my blood,
That man now thinks that he's a stud,
As I fade I feel him touch my bootie,
Commenting I'm such a beauty,
Pics and poses as I pass,
I wish I could still kick his ass,
He trims and bags and finds no fat,
Leaving me a gutless Democrat.
(Chorus)
That man, that man...I should have known,
Each year measuring how much I'd grown,
One day he came to punch my ticket,
Right there in an open thicket.