Thank God That 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, 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 must stocking and curl

So everybody thinks that I'm a fucking Suicide Girl

Oh, oh

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 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 God

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you, God