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
Oh, oh


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 $$# anymore
I know my destiny's such that I must stocking and curl
So everybody thinks that I'm a $#&@ing Suicide Girl

Oh, 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