When they passed me over/like a penny on the sidewalk/I wanted to roll into the gutter/I wanted to listen in case they talked/Oh, little darlin’ you’ve got a problem/better treat it before it’s too late//Vanity, vanity, how’d you get your hands on me/Goin’ to the doctor who knows my sin, and he’ll/show me what I’ve got and he’ll take me to the river to get clean//She deals in glory/She’s a peddler of pursuit/”have it all before you’re 40/You deserve it, what have you got to lose?”/She sells you a movie that makes you the star/While she makes a slave of your soul// Vanity, vanity, how’d you get your hands on me/Goin’ to the doctor who knows my sin, and he’ll/show me what I’ve got and he’ll take me to the river to get clean//He’ll get me ready, oh, get me ready/Get me ready, oh, get me ready/Get me ready to meet my Lord/I need a good physician/With the heart to hold me down/Scrub the soil from under my skin/And the folly from my mouth/’Cause I’ve gone to waste, I have lived for the chase/And I’ve found nothing but chaff in the wind// Vanity, vanity, how’d you get your hands on me/Goin’ to the doctor who knows my sin, and he’ll/show me what I’ve got and he’ll take me to the river to get clean//He’ll get me ready, oh, get me ready/Get me ready, oh, get me ready/Get me ready to meet my Lord/He’ll get me ready, oh, he’ll get me ready…
