Well, your baby cheated on you
I'm so sorry to hear
And your dog just died
Hey, that luck just ain't fair
All right, enough about you
Let's talk about me a bit
You haven't said a single thing
About my brand new outfit
Am I looking good?
Am I looking good?
I don't want to hear about your
broken-hearted tears
Just tell me
Am I looking good?
Stop preacher cop preacher mess
with my role
I wish that plastic surgery could
work for my soul
Between the pec implants and
injections of collagen
I keep my doctor so busy that he
just couldn't fit it in
Am I looking good?
Am I looking good?
I don't want to know about the
status of my soul
Just tell me
Am I looking good?
Where's my make-up?
Where's my show show?
Where's my my my?
I said where's my make-up?
All the wars in the world and I don't
give a flea
They can kill who they want as long
as it ain't me
All the starving little children tell me
how could I care
When I'm in crisis 'cause I just can't
do a thing with my hair
Am I looking good?
Said am I looking good?
The glitz and the glamour
Are the only things that matter to
me
Said am I looking good to you?
Where's my make-up?
Where's my go go?
Where's my me me?
Where's my show show?
Said am I looking good?