You're So Vane (Vain)

Sorry for the pun and sorry to Carly...but

You’re So Vane (Vain)

Why do you point you strutting stuff?
I know the wind blows

God, It’s freezing enough.

Your arrogant beak

Is cocky enough

You’re SO vane!

You dare not turn your back

To see were the wind goes,

But forward you’ll trace

Always the same

North, South, East or West

Your proud features face

You’re SO vain