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 rend a grown man 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 merely brought on by myself

Though the cops would come for someone else

I'm blessed

I'm truly privilaged 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 God

Oh, oh 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'm all stocking and curl

So everybody thinks that I'm a fucking suicide girl



Thank you God

For 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 rend a grown man 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 God

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you God!