I Feel Pretty

I feel pretty, oh, so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and bright
And I pity any girl who isn't me tonight
I feel charming, oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel
And so pretty that I hardly can believe I'm real
See the pretty girl in that mirror there?
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face, such a pretty dress
Such a pretty smile, such a pretty me
I feel stunning and entrancing
Feel like running and dancing for joy
For I'm loved by a pretty wonderful boy

Have you met my good friend Maria?
The craziest girl on the block
You'll know her the minute you see her
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock
She thinks she's in love
She thinks she's in Spain
She isn't in love
She's merely insane

It must be the heat

Or some rare disease

Or too much to eat

Or maybe it's fleas
Keep away from her, send for Chino
This is not the Maria we know
Modest and pure, polite and refined
Well-bred and mature and out of her mind
Miss America, Miss America, speech!

I feel pretty, oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key
A committee should be organized to honor me
I feel dizzy, I feel sunny
I feel fizzy and funny and wild
And so pretty, Miss America can just resign
See the pretty girl in that mirror there?

What mirror? Where?

Who can that attractive girl be?

Which? What? Where?

Such a pretty face, such a pretty dress
Such a pretty smile, such a pretty me
I feel stunning

I feel stunning

And entrancing

And entrancing

Feel like running

Feel like running

And dancing for joy

For I'm loved by a pretty wonderful boy