Thank God Jesus made you so pretty, baby

'Cause you got a really shitty personality

Nonstop bitchin', baby

You drive a good man crazy

'Cause all I know what's behind all that vanity

You've been dreaming your whole life

To be surrounded by the lights

More in love with the city than me

You stand in the mirror, pretend it's TV, yeah

But you show me your cards, dear

You really, really belong here

Every step up the ladder

Was one more heart, no, they never matter

Thank God Jesus made you so pretty, baby

'Cause you got a really shitty personality

Nonstop bitchin', baby

You drive a good man crazy

'Cause all I know what's behind all that vanity

You would like to be a joyride

Under Hollywood blue skies

Doesn't matter who's behind the wheel

As long as it's a Benz and you get a free meal, yeah

Did you get what you wanted?

Does your heart feel nothing?

You got a one-track mind

You're a star, baby girl, I'll be fine just shine

I know that you feel alone when the party's over

You go home, it all seems so bleak when you're coming down sober

Oh, you look so sad

All designer clad

When you gonna ask yourself

"Does hell cost more than the new Chanel?"

Thank God Jesus made you so pretty, baby

'Cause you got a really shitty personality

Nonstop bitchin', baby

You drive a good man crazy

'Cause all I know what's behind all that vanity