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 face. I feel stunning and entrancing, feel like running and dancing for joy, for love, by a pretty undervalue. 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 insane. 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, say the word she knows. 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, beach! I feel pretty, oh so pretty, that the city should give me its kiss. A committee should be organized to honor me. I feel dizzy, I feel sunny, I feel fizzy and funny and fine. I'm so pretty, Miss America can just resign. 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. And now a war's at war, I'm loved by a pretty, wonderful world.