Kristin Chenoweth

I was a shy, demure type
Inhibited, insecure type of maid
I stayed within my little shell
Till a certain cutie told me I was swell
Now I'm smug and snooty, confident as hell
I want to be no-one but me
I am in love with a lover who likes me the way I am
I have my faults, he likes my faults
I'm not very bright, he's not very bright
He thinks I'm grand, that's grand for me
He may be wrong but if we get along
What do we care, say we
When he holds me close, close as we can be
I tell the lad that I'm grateful and I'm glad that