When they passed me over
like a penny on the sidewalk
I wanted to roll into the gutter
I wanted to listen in case they talked
Oh, little darlin’ you’ve got a problem
better treat it before it’s too late
Vanity, Vanity
How’d you get your hands on me
Goin’ to the doctor who knows my sin
And he’ll show me what I’ve got
And he’ll take me to the river to get clean
She deals in glory
She’s a peddler of pursuit
Have it all before you’re 40
You deserve it, what've you got to lose
She sells you a movie that makes you the star
While she makes a slave of your soul
Vanity, Vanity
How’d you get your hands on me
Goin’ to the doctor who knows my sin
And he’ll show me what I’ve got
And he’ll take me to the river to get clean, clean
He’ll get me ready
Oh, he'll get me ready
He’ll get me ready
Oh, he'll get me ready
Get me ready to meet my Lord
I need a good physician
with the heart to hold me down
Scrub the soil from under my skin
and the folly from my mouth
’Cause I’ve gone to waste
I have lived for the chase
And I’ve found nothing but chaff in the wind
Vanity, Vanity
How’d you get your hands on me
Goin’ to the doctor who knows my sin
And he’ll show me what I’ve got
And he’ll take me to the river to get clean, clean
He’ll get me ready
Oh, he'll get me ready
He’ll get me ready
Oh, he'll get me ready
Get me ready to meet my Lord
He’ll get me ready
Oh, he’ll get me ready
He’ll get me ready
Oh, he'll get me ready
Get me ready to meet my Lord
He’ll get me ready
Oh, he’ll get me ready
He’ll get me ready
Oh, he'll get me ready
Get me ready to meet my Lord
Take me to the river...
Take me to the river...
Take me to the river...