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, unbreakable, 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."

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 their 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 their 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