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 rend a grown man tongue-tiedWhich only means that when it's dark outsideI have to run and hide can't look behind meThank God I'm prettyThank God I'm prettyEvery skill I ever have will be in questionEvery ill that I must suffer merely brought on by myselfThough the cops would come for someone elseI'm blessedI'm truly privilaged 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 prettyThank you GodOh, lordThank you GodOh, oh 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 a** anymoreI know my destiny's such, that I'm all stocking and curlSo everybody thinks that I'm a ******** suicide girlThank 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 rend a grown man tongue-tiedWhich only means that when it's dark outsideI have to run and hide can't look behind meThank God I'm prettyThank GodThank GodThank youThank youThank you God!
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So thank you!