[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Somebody's gotta wear pretty skirts,
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Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt,
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Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand,
    A
So God made girls

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Somebody's gotta make him get dressed up,
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Give a reason to wash that truck,
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Somebody's gotta teach him how to dance,
    A
So God made girls


[Pre-Chorus]
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He needed something soft and loud,

and sweet and proud,
    A
But tough enough to break a heart
          C#m7
Something beautiful and breakable,
     B
That lights up in the dark


[Chorus]
            E
So God made girls
         A
God made girls
         C#m7
He stood back and told the boys,
                       B
"I'm bout to rock your world"
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And God made girls
         A
God made girls
         C#m7
He stood back and told the boys,
                       B*
"I'm bout to rock your world"
                E    E
Then God made girls


[Verse 2]
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Somebody's gotta be the one to cry,
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  Somebody's gotta let him drive,
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Give him a reason to hold that door,
   A
So God made girls

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Somebody's gotta put up a fight,
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Make him wait on a Saturday night,
    A
To walk downstairs and blow his mind,
    A
So God made girls


[Pre-Chorus]
                   A
Something that can wake him up,
                   A                 
Call his bluff and drag his butt to church
                  C#m7
Something that is hard to handle,

soft and fragile,
   B
To hold him when he hurts


[Chorus]
            E
So God made girls
         A
God made girls
         C#m7
He stood back and told the boys,
                       B
"I'm bout to rock your world"
             E
And God made girls
         A
God made girls
         C#m7
He stood back and told the boys,
                       B
"I'm bout to rock your world"

Then God made girls


[Instrumental]
C#m7 A C#m7 A


[Bridge]
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Somebody's gotta wear a pretty skirt,
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Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt,
A                               A*
Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand


[Chorus]
            E
So God made girls
         A
God made girls
         C#m7
He stood back and told the boys,
                       B
"I'm bout to rock your world"
             E
And God made girls
         A
God made girls
         C#m7
He stood back and told the boys,
                       B
"I'm bout to rock your world"
               E
Then God made girls


[Outro]
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Somebody's gotta wear a pretty skirt,
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Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt,
E
Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand
     E
Then God made girls