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, a speech, a speech, que hable 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 fine And so pretty Miss America can just resign! (La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la) See the pretty girl in that mirror there What mirror, where? Who can that attractive girl be? Which? What? Where? Whom? Such a pretty face Such a pretty dress Such a pretty smile Such a pretty me! Such a pretty me! Such a pretty me! I feel stunning (I feel stunning) And entrancing (and entrancing) Feel like running and dancing for joy For I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy!