[Verse 1] I got a little more swagger than my body might suggest, A little too much confidence to keep it in my chest. I never needed permission to be everything I am, Got a wicked little grin when I’m feeling like a man. I can turn a conversation with a crooked little grin, Make you question every rule you thought you had to live within. I’m not trying to convince you, I don’t need you to agree, There’s a hell of a lot of trouble in the man in me. [Pre-Chorus 1] I don’t need a second skin, don’t need a different name, The way I carry myself is the only thing that changed. There’s a shift in my reflection, but I’m still looking at me, Just a different kind of handsome coming out naturally. [Chorus] There’s a man in me, and he’s got expensive taste, A silver-tongued devil with a slow and steady pace. He knows how to take his time, knows when to take the lead, Got a little bit of heaven and a hell of a lot of greed. I don’t owe you an explanation, don’t need your sympathy, I’m every damn version of the person I can be. Some days I’m a mystery, some days I’m a guarantee, But tonight you’re getting acquainted with the man in me. [Verse 2] I’ve been accused of having more charm than common sense, A habit of making bad decisions sound like confidence. I’ve talked my way through trouble, talked myself into worse, Got a gift for making everything a blessing or a curse. I’ve got a mouth that writes checks my better judgment wouldn’t sign, A tendency to think the last word ought to be mine. I’ve never been particularly good at playing innocent, But damn, I’ve made a living being charmingly indecent. [Pre-Chorus 2] I’ve got a reputation I did nothing to prevent, A few spectacular mistakes I wouldn’t dare repent. You can call it arrogance, I call it knowing me, I’ve paid for every lesson, but the trouble’s still on me. [Chorus] There’s a man in me, and he’s got expensive taste, A silver-tongued devil with a slow and steady pace. He knows how to take his time, knows when to take the lead, Got a little bit of heaven and a hell of a lot of greed. I don’t owe you an explanation, don’t need your sympathy, I’m every damn version of the person I can be. Some days I’m a mystery, some days I’m a guarantee, But tonight you’re getting acquainted with the man in me. [Bridge] I’ve been a gentleman, a bastard, and a damn good friend, The kind who’ll buy the first round and stay until the end. I’ve broken a few rules, but never broken my own code, Got a conscience in the driver’s seat and trouble riding shotgun down the road. I know exactly who I am, though that changes now and then, I’ve been a thousand different people, and I’d be them all again. There’s no contradiction in the way I choose to be, Every version gets a little room inside of me. I’ve got a history of betting on the long shot just for fun, A talent for convincing myself I’ve already won. I’ve lost enough to know that luck’s a fickle little friend, But I’ve never met a good time I was ready to let end. [Final Chorus] There’s a man in me, and he’s got expensive taste, A silver-tongued devil with a slow and steady pace. He knows how to take his time, knows when to take the lead, Got a little bit of heaven and a hell of a lot of greed. I don’t owe you an explanation, don’t need your sympathy, I’m every damn version of the person I can be. Some days I’m a mystery, some days I’m a guarantee, But tonight you’re getting acquainted with the man in me.
