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Mama said, "you're a pretty girl"
What's in your head, it doesn't matter
Brush your hair, fix teeth
you wear is all matters
Just another stage
Pageant the pain away
This time I'm gonna take the crown
falling down, down, down
Pretty hurts
We the light on whatever's worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
You're tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery
hair, flat chest
TV says, "bigger is better"
South beach, sugar free
Vogue says, "thinner is better"
another stage
the pain away
This time I'm gonna the crown
Without falling down, down, down
Pretty hurts
We shine the on whatever's worst
Perfection is a of a nation
hurts, pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
We shine the light on whatever's worst
You're fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that a surgery
Ain't got no doctor, or pill can take the pain away
The pain's inside, and nobody frees you from your body
It's the soul, it's the soul needs surgery
It's my soul that needs surgery
Plastic smiles and can only take you so far
Then you break when the fake facade leaves you in the dark
You with shattered mirrors
And the shards of a beautiful past
Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)
We shine the light on whatever's worst (Pretty hurts)
Perfection is a disease of a nation
hurts, pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
We shine the on whatever's worst
You're fix something
But you can't fix you can't see (Pretty hurts)
It's the soul a surgery
When you're alone all by yourself
you're lying in bed
Reflection stares right into you
Are you happy with yourself?
Stripped away the masquerade
The illusion has been shed
Are you happy with yourself?
Are you happy with yourself?
Yeah, yes
Ah, ah
What's in your head, it doesn't matter
Brush your hair, fix teeth
you wear is all matters
Just another stage
Pageant the pain away
This time I'm gonna take the crown
falling down, down, down
Pretty hurts
We the light on whatever's worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
You're tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery
hair, flat chest
TV says, "bigger is better"
South beach, sugar free
Vogue says, "thinner is better"
another stage
the pain away
This time I'm gonna the crown
Without falling down, down, down
Pretty hurts
We shine the on whatever's worst
Perfection is a of a nation
hurts, pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
We shine the light on whatever's worst
You're fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that a surgery
Ain't got no doctor, or pill can take the pain away
The pain's inside, and nobody frees you from your body
It's the soul, it's the soul needs surgery
It's my soul that needs surgery
Plastic smiles and can only take you so far
Then you break when the fake facade leaves you in the dark
You with shattered mirrors
And the shards of a beautiful past
Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)
We shine the light on whatever's worst (Pretty hurts)
Perfection is a disease of a nation
hurts, pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
We shine the on whatever's worst
You're fix something
But you can't fix you can't see (Pretty hurts)
It's the soul a surgery
When you're alone all by yourself
you're lying in bed
Reflection stares right into you
Are you happy with yourself?
Stripped away the masquerade
The illusion has been shed
Are you happy with yourself?
Are you happy with yourself?
Yeah, yes
Ah, ah
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