Southern Curls

Southern baby, bow-tied, big girl
Wide-eyed, new white shoes
Mama put my coat on, kissed me
And sent me off to school
For my first day at a new place
Daddy held my hand and walked me down the hallway
Then he waved and said, "They'll love you"

Not all Southern girls are met with open doors
Some of us are looked down on before we're even born
Curls are too tight, skin is too dark
To feel beautiful just as we are
I'm a Southern girl
With the wrong kind of Southеrn curls
With the wrong kind of Southern curls

Newly fifteen, lipstick snеakin'
Mama's high heeled shoes
Off to my first school dance, will I get my first kiss too?
Was on cloud nine 'til I heard my
Biggest crush tell me I'd have better luck with my own kind
And I cried 'cause I knew

Not all Southern girls are met with open doors
Some of us are looked down on before we're even born
Curls are too tight, skin is too dark
To feel beautiful just as we are
I'm a Southern girl
With the wrong kind of Southern curls
With the wrong kind of Southern curls

Wish I could tell that bow-tied girl
That feels alone inside this world
That she's gonna be okay
The times are changin'
But the world still tries to pull me down
I've had to fight to love myself
Sometimes, it feels like I can't breathe
I fight so no one has to feel that anymore

Twenty-three in Music City
With dreams and high heeled boots
Singin' for a crowd of blue eyes
Will they want me too?
All those mean words that ruled my world
Don't make me feel like less than anymore
Because I know that I glow and so do you

Not all Southern girls are met with open doors
But all of us are beautiful from the moment we're born
Curls aren't too tight, skin ain't too dark
We are beautiful just as we are
We are Southern girls
With our own kind of Southern curls
With our own kind of Southern curls
With our own kind of Southern curls