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