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 joyFor I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy (GIRLS)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 insaneIt 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! Miss America, bravo, speech! (MARIA) I feel pretty Oh so pretty That the city should give me its key A committee Should be organized to honour 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! (MARIA & GIRLS)I feel stunning And entrancing Feel like running and dancing for joy For I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy
Popinjay. *A vain or conceited person, one given to pretentious displays.
