I Feel Pretty Stephen Sondheim, Leanard Bernstein, West Side Story

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 entracing,
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 it’s 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
  
(repeat from “See the pretty girl in that mirror”, end on “Wonderful Boy”)