Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thank God for Girls, artist - Weezer. Album song Weezer (White Album), in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 06.10.2016
Record label: Crush, Weezer
Song language: English
Thank God for Girls |
The girl in the pastry shop with the net in her hair |
Is making a cannoli for you to take on your hiking trip |
In the woods with your bros that you’ve known since second grade |
And you may encounter dragons or ruffians and be called upon |
To employ your testosterone |
In a battle for supremacy and access to females glued to the TV |
And even if you are victorious you may receive many cuts, bruises, and scrapes |
And you will require band aids and antiseptic ointments |
And tender loving kisses on your stab wounds and when you come home |
She will be there waiting for you with a fire in her eyes |
And a big fat cannoli to shove in your mouth |
And that’s why you |
Thank God for girls |
Holla Jesu Christe |
From Tennessee to LA |
Thank God for girls |
On your reckoning day |
You better bow down and pray |
She’s so big |
She’s so strong |
She’s so energetic in her sweaty overalls |
Thank God for girls |
I’m so glad I got a girl to think of even though she isn’t mine |
I think about her all the day and all the night it’s enough to know that she’s |
alive |
She says I give her sweaty palms she almost had a heart attack |
The truth is that I’m just as scared I don’t know how to act |
I wish that I could get to know her better |
But meeting up in real life would cause the illusion to shatter |
I carved her name into all the trees |
Sang a song down on one knee |
Looking at the underwear page of the Sears catalog like when I was 14 |
I’m levitating like a magnet turned the wrong way around |
I’m like an Indian Fakir tryna' meditate on a bed of nails with my pants pulled |
down |
Thank God for girls |
Holla Jesu Christe |
From Tennessee to LA |
Thank God for girls |
On your reckoning day |
You better bow down and pray |
She’s so big |
She’s so strong |
She’s so energetic in her sweaty overalls |
Thank God for girls |
God took a rib from Adam, ground it up in a centrifuge machine |
Mixed it with cardamom and cloves, microwaved it on the popcorn setting |
While Adam was like «that really hurts» |
Going off into the tundra, so pissed at God |
And he started lighting minor forest fires, stealing osprey eggs |
Messing with the bees who were trying to pollinate the echinacea |
Until God said, «Ima smite you with loneliness |
And break your heart in two» |
And Adam wept and wailed, tearing out his hair, falling on his knees |
Looked to the sky and said |
«Thank God» |