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?