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 their own beat)

He stood back and told the boys, "I'm bout to rock your world."

Then, 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,

Walk downstairs and blow his mind,

So God made girls

Someone that can wake him up and call his bluff

And drag his butt to church

Someone that is hard to hande

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."

Then God made girls (for singin' in your front seat)

God made girls (for dancin' to their own beat)

He stood back and told the boys, "I'm bout to rock your world."

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

He stood back and told the boys, "I'm bout to rock your world."

Then God made girls (for singin' in your front seat)

God made girls (for dancin' to their own beat)

He stood back and told the boys, "I'm bout to rock your world."

God made girls

God made girls

So, God made girls