You're not a short guy I'm just a tall girl
So we're never ever gonna fit
If you're lookin for a companion there's no way I could be it
You may have money, You may be ripped
But if we can't stand lip to lip
Then I'll be honest My height is high
I wanna man thats at least eye to eye
You're quite sufficient You're down right grand
But you cannot hold my hand
If you wear heels than how can I
It'd be better if we don't even try
I'm not too picky, I'm just aware
that when you're playin with my hair
The need for tip toes, when I wear flats
My dear there's something wrong with that
The lament of the long legs
of the arms that could be wings
Here's her story so often lonely
with her head in the clouds she sings
God Made Me Tall, But its no curse
When lookin at it, it could be worse
God Made Me Tall to hit my head
And date short men til I'm dead
You see its not you, its really me
Its the way life must be
Forced to look downwards and you look up
My dear its just by chance or luck
That when I stood to give you hugs
your face was buried in my jugs
And then its awkward and downright weird
Oh yes the very thing I feared
The greatest men I always find
are never one of my own kind
God Made Me Tall, But its no curse
When lookin at it, it could be worse
God Made Me Tall to hit my head and date short men
oh date short men til I'm dead