God Made Girls

Somebody's gotta wear pretty skirts, 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 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 God made girls 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, To walk downstairs and blow his mind, So God made girls. Something that can wake him up, Call his bluff and drag his butt to church. Something that is hard to handle, Soft and 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 God made girls He stood back and told the boys, "I'm bout to rock your world" Then 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 God made girls He stood back and told the boys, "I'm bout to rock your world" Then God made girls