Thank God I'm Pretty (Shoegaze Version)

(All right, I guess, this is awesome.)
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 rend a grown man tongue-tied
Which only means that when its dark outside
I have to run and hide, can't look behind me
Thank God I'm pretty
Thank God I'm pretty
Evey 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 privaleged 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 know 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 such that I'm all stocking and curl
So everybody thinks that I'm a fucking suicide girl
Oh, oh
Thank you, God
The occasional champane I never asked for
The occasional admission to a seedy little bar
Invitation to a strangers car
I'm blessed with the ability to rend a grown man 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 you, God
Thank God
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you, God
(Gorgeous! All right, one more time straight through and I have it.)