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