Well, your baby cheated on you, I'm so sorry to hear,
And your dog just died - hey, that luck just ain't fair,
Alright, 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 the 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?
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 to you?
Where's my makeup?
Where's my show, show?
Where's my, my, my?
Oh yeah, yeah,
I said, where's my makeup?
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?
Am I looking good?
I don't want to know about the status of my soul,
Just tell me, am I looking good?
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 to you?
To you,
To you,
To you, to you,
To you, you, you.
Am I looking good?
Said, am I looking good?
The glitz and the glamour are the only thing that matters to me,
Said, am I looking good to you?
Where's my makeup?
Ah, looking so fine,
Where's my go, go?
My, myself and I in my mirror,
Where's my me, me?
I just get enough of me, no, no,
Where's my show, show?
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
Said, am I looking good?
