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
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
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...