What’s a girl gotta do?

I was working on my thesis tonight when Joe Nichols’  What’s a guy gotta do? on the radio tonight. And, because I’m such an industrious worker I decided that I should parody it for the ladies of my church. Without further ado, my parody.

What’s a girl gotta do? (A Parody)

What’s…a…girl gotta do to get a guy at this church

Don’t wanna be alone and left to search

Just a sweet Christian guy who won’t leave me in a lurch

What’s a girl gotta do to get a guy at this church


Well ask anybody we’re pretty good gals

We got the looks and the smarts but we’re all just pals

Getting to the point we wanna throw in the towel

And we don’t understand why there’re no weddin bells


What’s…a…girl gotta do to get a guy at this church

Don’t wanna be alone and left to search

Just a sweet Christian guy who won’t leave me in a lurch

What’s a girl gotta do to get a guy at this church


Hangin around all the right Christian spots

Volunteerin’ our time watchin other’s tots

One who’ll think I’m kinda cute and laugh at every joke I got

When I get to thinking maybe he’s athinkin maybe not

What’s…a…girl gotta do to get a guy at this church

Don’t wanna be alone and left to search

Just a sweet Christian guy who won’t leave me in a lurch

What’s a girl gotta do to get a guy at this church

Had a preacher man tell me, “Girl, here’s what you do

Hit the Bible study and learn what is true

So I went and I asked a question or two

But I’m still single though I learned and my faith grew


What’s…a…girl gotta do to get a guy at this church

Don’t wanna be alone and left to search

Just a sweet Christian guy who won’t leave me in a lurch

What’s a girl gotta do to get a guy at this church

What’s a girl gotta do to get a guy at this church

~The Countess~


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About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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