Where's my boy with the jumping joy?
I always mingle but I'm still single
Where's my boy with the jumping joy?
My eyes they tingle but I'm still single

I dye my hair and polish my nails,
tan my skin, starve to stay tin
I pump iron and run my laps,
work my ass in aerobic class
My friends say you're a kind of vain
Your desperate manhunt drives you insane
But what am I supposed to do?
I don't have the faintest clue

Chorus

In night care mask and Carmen curlers,
I fall deep in a beauty sleep
When I wake up I read my own bible
Vouge, Elle and eat Dietorelle
My friends say you're a kind of vain
Your desperate manhunt drives you insane
But what am I supposed to do?
I don't have the faintest clue

Chorus

I'm in my own work of art,
that's my pride and joy of heart
It takes a lot of energy,
to keep my dear vanity
Chorus
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