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 I'm pretty
Every sk** I ever had 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
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 a** anymore
I know my destiny's such
That I must stocking and curl
So everybody thinks that I'm
f**ing Suicide Girl
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 you God
Thank you God
Thank you God
Thank you, thank you
Thank you God
Thank you God