IF A GIRL ISN扵 PRETTY



Jule Styne-Bob Merrill



If a girl isn't pretty, really pretty

Like a Miss Atlantic City.



If a girl isn't pretty like a Miss Atlantic City

All she gets in life is pity and a pat

Any nose with deviation 

Is a crime against the nation

Throw her into jail or maybe drown the cat.



She must shine in every detail

Like a ring you buy in retail

With a mounting that can knock the public flat

If a girl isn't pretty like a Miss Atlantic City

There's just nothing more to say: that's that

(That's that).



If a girl isn't pretty like a Miss Atlantic City 

She should dump the stage and try another route 

Any guy that spends a quarter 

For a seat just feels he ought-a

See a figure that his wife can't substitute.



Men with faces that can cause ya

To have a temporary nausea

Will demand a raving beauty and nothing less

When a girl's incidentals

Are no bigger than two lentils

Well, to me that doesn't spell success.



(No, no, no, no, no, no

If a girl isn't pretty, if a girl isn't pretty).



If a girl ain't perfection

She can take a pop election

Every girl must be a dazzler and a beaut'

Never mind the girl's equipment

If it ain't the right assortment

Even though she loves her mother

And she's nice to her brother

If her hair ain't too bright curly

Better go to China, girlie

Or to hell on a fast express.



If a girl isn't pretty like a Miss Atlantic City

That oblivion is hard, a drag.