Mother would tell me I was a pretty girlnThen she would cry all nightnNobody thinks that really they're being cruelnWhen they suggest that I should try to look like themnAs if God loved the pretty ones bestnnDamn 'em all - I create my own perfectionnDamn 'em all in the face of their rejectionnDamn 'em all - well this dog will have its daynMy garden's full of pretty men who couldn't stay awaynnNotice the ones who all like to criticizenAre the ones trying to hidenWhy would I sell my soul to be one of themnBetter to love the me within behind the skinnI choose to be a goddess insidennDamn 'em all - I create my own perfectionnDamn 'em all in the face of their rejectionnDamn 'em all - well this dog will have its daynMy garden's full of pretty men who couldn't stay awaynnDamn 'em all - I create my own perfectionnDamn 'em all in the face of their rejectionnDamn 'em all - well this dog will have its daynMy garden's full of pretty men who couldn't stay awaynnDamn 'em all!