Somebody’s gotta wear a pretty skirt, and that somebody is Jaden Smith.
Somebody’s gotta be the one to flirt—also could be Jaden Smith but he can do what he likes, I guess.
Somebody’s gotta wanna hold his hand,
So according to Abrahamic religions, God made girls
Somebody’s gotta make him get dressed up, ideally in a skirt—yes Jaden, I’m looking at you again.
There’s no moral obligation on him to wash his truck but if his cleanliness is motivated by desire and not basic self-respect that might be another issue.
Somebody’s gotta teach him how to discern an implied rhyme,
and when we say Abrahamic religions, this is definitely about the Christian God making girls
He needed someone soft and loud and sweet and proud,
But tough enough to break goal post with a very aggressive whack of a hockey ball because girls’ toughness is not centred around being ‘heartbreakers’.
Something with the self-esteem associated with being beautiful, unbreakable, that lights up in the dark.
So God made girls–and when we say the Christian God, it’s definitely the Southern Baptist God
The human perception of God is doubtless deeply flawed, but he 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.
Everybody has to cry sometimes (if you’re a guy having trouble with this, go and watch The Lion King)
Nobody’s gotta let him drive because the very definition of the verb ‘let’ is that no-one has to actively do the letting.
Give him a reason to hold the driver’s side door because… girls can drive
So God made girls
Somebody’s gotta put up a fight against the patriarchy but if your romantic relationship involves ‘putting up a fight’ in almost any other way, get out
Make him wait on a Saturday night (#wastehistime2k21)
Walk downstairs and blow his mind,
So God made girls with apparently a purely misogynistic purpose in mind for them
Someone that can wake him up and call his bluff
And drag his butt to an inherently patriarchal institution
Someone that is hard to handle
(again girls are not things nor are they necessarily fragile and a lot of them would rather be holding a rabbit or something in my experience)
So God made women
God made women and if you insist on calling grown adults by a diminutive that insinuates your romantic interest is a child that’s pretty weird
He stood back and told the boys, “I’m bout to rock your world.”
Then God made women (for singin’ in your front seat,)
God made women (for dancin’ to their own beat)
He stood back and told the boys, “I’m bout to rock your world.”
God made women because even though I love the inherent youth and romanticism associated with ‘girl’, most of that definitely comes from the inordinate merit we place on physical beauty and reproductive value.
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 even though these are all options open to men and 2/3 of them don’t even mess with traditional gender norms like you’re just creating problems at this point, Raelynn.
He stood back and told the boys, “I’m bout to rock your world.”
Then God made girls (for singin’ in your front seat, where she is driving, because seriously, girls can drive)
God made girls (for dancin’ to their own beat but at the same time acknowledging that sisterhood is an important force and the ‘not like other girls’ mentality is toxic)
He stood back and told the boys, “I’m bout to rock your world.”—this bit is true tbh
biologically speaking
and in terms of self-actualisation:
Girls made girls
