Thank God I’m pretty

Thank god I’m prettyThe occasional free drink I never asked forThe occasional admission to a seedy little barInvitation to a stranger’s carI’m blessedWith the ability to render grown men tongue-tiedWhich only means that when it’s dark outsideI have to run and hideCan’t look behind meThank god I’m pretty

Thank god I’m prettyEvery skill I ever have will be in questionEvery ill that I must sufferClearly brought on by myselfThough the cops would come for someone elseI’m blessedI’m truly privileged to look this good without clothes onWhich only means that when I sing you’re jerking offAnd when I’m gone you won’t rememberThank god I’m pretty

Thank you godOh lordThank you god

And when a gaggle of faces appears around meIt’s lucky I hate to be taken seriouslyI think my ego would fall right through the cracks in the floorIf I couldn’t count on men to slap my ass anymoreI know my destiny’s suchThat I must stocking and curlSo everybody thinks that I’mA fucking Suicide GirlOh

Thank you godFor the occasional champagne I never asked forThe occasional admission to a seedy little barInvitation to a stranger’s carI’m blessedWith the ability to render grown men tongue-tiedWhich only means that when it’s dark outsideI have to run and hideCan’t look behind meThank god I’m prettyThank god