Thank God 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 strangers car I'm blessed With the ability to rend A grown man toung-tied Which only means That when its dark outside I have to run and hide Can't look behind me Thank God I'm pretty Thank God I'm pretty Evey 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 privaleged To look this good Without clothes on Which only means That when I sing Your 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 I'ts lucky I hate To be taken seriosly 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 such That I'm all stocking and curl So everybody thinks That I'm a fucking suicide girl Ohho thank God I'm pretty The occasional champane I never asked for The occasional admission To a seedy little bar Invitation to a strangers 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 Thank you Thank you God