Pretty Please

My girl’s a beautiful girl, the apple of my eye
She gets paid to take her clothes off, and I wish so did I
Is it for attention? I just don’t understand
She’s my little Bettie Paige, and I’m her cameraman
And she sings, «Validate me, oh pretty please»
My Dad’s an actor, he got the broadway blues
He sleeps outside the paper shop and buys his good reviews
But if it is a bad one, it goes back on the shelf
He says, «I don’t act for anyone, I do it for myself»
But he means, «Validate me, pretty please»
When I was young, I yearned for a girl to hold my hand
And when jokes and poems didn’t work, I thought I’d start a band
So far all my girlfriends have been big fans of mine
So remember, this is not a song, it is a chat up line
Oh, I need your love, and I do not care how I get it, no
Validate me, pretty please
Rate me, slate me
Love me or hate me
Just validate me, pretty please