Lyrics: 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
