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.
But 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.
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.
And he says,
"I don't act for anyone,
I do it for myself"
But he means,
"Validate me, oh, 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, oh, pretty please.
Rate me,
slate me.
Love or hate me.
Just validate me,
pretty please!