Thank God I'm pretty
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The occasional free drink I never asked for
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The occasional admission to a seedy little bar
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Invitation to a stranger's car
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I'm blessed
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With the ability to rend a grown man tongue-tied
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Which only means that when it's dark outside
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I have to run and hide can't look behind me
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Thank God I'm pretty
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Thank God I'm pretty
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Every skill I ever have will be in question
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Every ill that I must suffer merely brought on by myself
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Though the cops would come for someone else
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I'm blessed
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I'm truly privilaged to look this good without clothes on
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Which only means that when I sing you're jerking off
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And when I'm gone you won't remember
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Thank God I'm pretty
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Thank you God
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Oh, lord
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Thank you God
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Oh, oh and when a gaggle of faces appears around me
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It's lucky I hate to be taken seriously
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I think my ego would fall right through the cracks in the floor
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If I couldn't count on men to slap my ass anymore
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I know my destiny's such, that I'm all stocking and curl
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So everybody thinks that I'm a fucking suicide girl
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Thank you God
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For the occasional champagne I never asked for
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The occasional admission to a seedy little bar
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Invitation to a stranger's car
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I'm blessed
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With the ability to rend a grown man tongue-tied
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Which only means that when it's dark outside
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I have to run and hide can't look behind me
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Thank God I'm pretty
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Thank God
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Thank God
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Thank you
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Thank you
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Thank you God!
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Thank God I'm Pretty
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Emilie Autumn |