Somebody's gotta wear a pretty skirt
Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt
Somebody 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.

Someone that can wake him up and call his bluff
And drag his butt to church
Someone
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.