West Side Story: I Feel Pretty (Anger Management)

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 joy, 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
(Nananananannanà)
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!