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