Mean Girls
You'll never make it
Who do you think you are?
Think you're better than the rest of us
But you won't be no star
Of all the things they ever said
Swear sticks and stones would've hurt me less
I can't believe I'm saying this
Thank God for mean girls
That showed me how bad words can hurt
And if my first love never broke my heart
I wouldn't know what I deserve
And for the ones who tried to break me down
It's all because of them
I got Jesus, whiskey, guitars, and good friends
And thick skin
Freckles sure ain't pretty and boys hate curly hair
If digs were made of pennies
I'd be a millionaire
Of all the things they ever said
Swear sticks and stones would've hurt me less
But they made me who I am
Thank God for mean girls
That showed me how bad words can hurt
And if my first love never broke my heart
I wouldn't know what I deserve
And for the ones who tried to break me down
It's all because of them
I got Jesus, whiskey, guitars, and good friends
And thick skin
Jesus gives me grace
Whiskey gives me a buzz
Guitars give me callused hands
And good friends give me love
Thick skin keeps me tough
Thank God for mean girls
Showed me how bad words can hurt
And if my first love never broke my heart
I wouldn't know what I deserve
And for the ones who tried to break me down
It's all because of them
I got Jesus, whiskey, guitars, and good friends
And thick skin
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Who do you think you are?
Think you're better than the rest of us
But you won't be no star
Of all the things they ever said
Swear sticks and stones would've hurt me less
I can't believe I'm saying this
Thank God for mean girls
That showed me how bad words can hurt
And if my first love never broke my heart
I wouldn't know what I deserve
And for the ones who tried to break me down
It's all because of them
I got Jesus, whiskey, guitars, and good friends
And thick skin
Freckles sure ain't pretty and boys hate curly hair
If digs were made of pennies
I'd be a millionaire
Of all the things they ever said
Swear sticks and stones would've hurt me less
But they made me who I am
Thank God for mean girls
That showed me how bad words can hurt
And if my first love never broke my heart
I wouldn't know what I deserve
And for the ones who tried to break me down
It's all because of them
I got Jesus, whiskey, guitars, and good friends
And thick skin
Jesus gives me grace
Whiskey gives me a buzz
Guitars give me callused hands
And good friends give me love
Thick skin keeps me tough
Thank God for mean girls
Showed me how bad words can hurt
And if my first love never broke my heart
I wouldn't know what I deserve
And for the ones who tried to break me down
It's all because of them
I got Jesus, whiskey, guitars, and good friends
And thick skin
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Nash Overstreet, Shane Pittman, Kylie Morgan
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