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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] for someone else
I’m blessed
I’m [bad word] 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
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 [bad word] anymore
I know my destiny’s such
That I must stocking and curl
So everybody thinks that I’m
[bad word] Suicide Girl
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 [bad word] 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...