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 merely 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 ass anymore
I know my destiny's such, that I must stocking and curl
So everybody thinks that I'm a fucking suicide girl
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 Goooooooooooooooooood