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Mama said, you're a pretty girl What's in your head it doesn't matter
Brush your hair, fix your teeth What you wear is all that matters
Just another stage Pageant the pain away
This time I'm gonna take the crown Without falling down, down
Pretty hurts We shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is the disease of a nation Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worse Tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs the surgery
Blonder hair, flat chest TV says bigger is better
South Beach, sugar free Vogue says
Thinner is better
Just another stage Pageant the pain away
This time I'm gonna take the crown Without falling down, down
Pretty hurts We shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is the disease of a nation Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worse Tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs the surgery
Ain't no doctor or therapeutic that can take the pain away
The pain's inside And nobody frees you from your body
It's the soul that needs surgery It's my soul that needs surgery
Plastic smiles and denial Can only take you so far
And you break When the paper signs you in the dark
You left a shattered mirror And the shards of a beautiful girl
Pretty hurts We shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is the disease of a nation Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worse Tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs the surgery
When you'r alone all by yourself And you're lying in your bed
Reflection stares right into you Are you happy with yourself?
It's just a way to masquerade The illusion has been shed
Are you happy with yourself? Are you happy with yourself?
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