West Side Story: I Feel Pretty

I feel pretty

Oh, so pretty

I feel pretty, and witty and gay

And I pity

Any girl who isn't me today

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!

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!

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!

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!