Thank God I'm Pretty

Thank God

I'm pretty

The occasional free drink

I never asked for

The occasional admission to a seedy little bar

Invitation to a stranger's car

I'm blessed with the ability to render grown men tongue-tied

Which only means that when it's dark outside

I have to run and hide, can't look behind me

Thank God

I'm pretty

Thank God

I'm pretty

Every skill

I ever have will be in question

Every ill that

I must suffer clearly brought on by myself

Though the cops would come for someone else

I'm blessed,

I'm truly privileged to look this good without clothes on

Which only means that when

I sing you're jerking off

And when I'm gone you won't remember

Thank God

I'm pretty

Thank You

God, oh Lord

Thank You

GodOh, and when a gaggle of faces appears around me

It's lucky

I hate to be taken seriously

I think my ego would fall right through the cracks in the floor

If I couldn't count on men to slap my ass anymore

I know my destiny's such that

I must stocking and curl

So everybody thinks that

I'm a *******

Suicide Girl

Oh, thank

You GodFor the occasional champagne

I never asked for

The occasional admission to a seedy little bar

Invitation to a stranger's car

I'm blessed with the ability to render grown men tongue-tied

Which only means that when it's dark outside

I have to run and hide, can't look behind me

Thank God

I'm pretty

Thank God, thank

GodThank You, thank

You, thank

You, thank

YouThank You

God