Somebody's gotta wear a pretty skirt,

Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt,

Somebody's gotta wanna hold

his hand so God Made Girls

Somebody's gotta make

him get dressed up,

Give him a reason to wash that truck,

Somebody's gotta teach him how to dance,

So God made girls.

He needed something soft and

loud and sweet and proud

But tough enough to break a heart

Something beautiful and breakable

that lights up in the dark

So God made girls, God made girls

He stood back and told the boys,

"I'm 'bout to rock your world."

And God made girls (for

singing in your front seat)

God made girls (for

dancin' to our own beat)

He stood back and told the boys,

"I'm 'bout to rock your world."

And God made girls.

Somebody's gotta be the one to cry

Somebody's gotta let him drive

Give him a reason to hold

that door so God made girls

Somebody's gotta put up a fight,

Make him wait on a Saturday night

To walk downstairs and blow his mind,

So God made girls.

Something that can wake him up and call

his bluff and drag his butt to church

Something that is hard to handle

Somethin' fragile to

hold him when he hurts

So God made girls, God made girls

He stood back and told the boys,

"I'm 'bout to rock your world."

And God made girls (for

singin' in your front seat)

God made girls (for

dancin' to our own beat)

He stood back and told the boys,

"I'm 'bout to rock your world."

And God made girls

Somebody's gotta wear a pretty skirt,

Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt,

Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand

So God made girls, God made girls

He stood back and told the boys,

"I'm 'bout to rock your world."

And God made girls (for

singin' in your front seat)

God made girls (for

dancin' to our own beat)

He stood back and told the boys,

"I'm 'bout to rock your world."

And God made girls

Somebody's gotta wear a pretty skirt,

Somebody's gotta be the one to

flirt (and God made girls, yeah)

Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand

So God made girls