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Genial musikk, som må deles (ugh! jeg har begynt å henge på myspace):
Sider her:
Emilie Autumn -
Thank God I'm Pretty
Thank God I'm Pretty
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
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
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
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...
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 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
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...
Skrikeboks...
Jeg har skrevet en tekst:
Jeg trodde jeg kunne være evig singel
Og klare meg selv
Men der tok jeg feil gitt
For plutselig så var du der
Som fyrverkeri en sommernatt
Eller som en skapdør i trynet på Blitz
Du rev meg med
På ting jeg skulle ha gjort
Men som jeg aldri fikk gjort
Du fikk meg til å heve stemmen
Og skrike ut!
I glede og raseri
(men aldri raseri rettet mot deg)
Men mest i lykke...
Jeg trodde jeg skulle klare meg selv
Men nå er jeg avhengig av deg
Jeg får abstinenser hvert sekund jeg er borte
Jeg er mer glad i deg enn i sjokolade
Mer enn drager, drømmer og alver
Mer enn i meg selv...
For du får meg til å tro på meg selv
Og tro på verden
Og at det finnes noe godt i den
For tenk, du finnes...
Takk...
Og klare meg selv
Men der tok jeg feil gitt
For plutselig så var du der
Som fyrverkeri en sommernatt
Eller som en skapdør i trynet på Blitz
Du rev meg med
På ting jeg skulle ha gjort
Men som jeg aldri fikk gjort
Du fikk meg til å heve stemmen
Og skrike ut!
I glede og raseri
(men aldri raseri rettet mot deg)
Men mest i lykke...
Jeg trodde jeg skulle klare meg selv
Men nå er jeg avhengig av deg
Jeg får abstinenser hvert sekund jeg er borte
Jeg er mer glad i deg enn i sjokolade
Mer enn drager, drømmer og alver
Mer enn i meg selv...
For du får meg til å tro på meg selv
Og tro på verden
Og at det finnes noe godt i den
For tenk, du finnes...
Takk...
