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 Now 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" Oh validate me, pretty please Validate me, oh pretty please Oh validate me, yeah My dad's an actor, he got the broadway blues Yeah, 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, oh pretty please" Oh validate me, pretty please Validate me, oh pretty please Oh validate me, oh pretty please Validate me please Oh validate me please, please, 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, oh pretty please Oh validate me, pretty please, baby Rate me, slate me Love or hate me Just validate me, pretty please