Oh, if I told you, you wouldn't believe it
When I go out in the parade
Ain't no better-looking Miss around
Oh, if I told you, you wouldn't believe it
The saints almost touch the ground
And I am up there playing the saint
They say it's a miracle
Those who know it, I mean
I don't know a thing
But even Virgin Mary
Said I had a pretty little box
They say it's a miracle
Those who know it, I mean
I don't know a thing
I was so beautiful I won
A place in the chapel
Oh but I'm not God yet
To earn a place in your eyes
Which venerate the divine
And I so beautiful and prestine
The only ones I'm not admired by
Are those I admire the most
Oh, if I told you, you wouldn't believe it
When I go out in the parade
Even the Child whistles
Oh, if I told you, you wouldn't believe it
The men in uproar
They throw a party at me
They say it's a miracle
Those who know it, I mean
I don't know a thing
Might it be because of my nail make-up
Or the light that shines upon me
They say it's a miracle
Those who know it, I mean
I don't know a thing
They all say my sense of Good
Gives more meaning to their lives...
Oh but I'm not God yet
To earn a place in your eyes
That venerate the divine
And I so beautiful and prestine
The only ones I'm not admired by
Are those I admire the most