Ms. Third ward. your first question
What is your aspiration in life?
Oh. my aspiration in life would be to be happy

(Uh huh huh)
(Uh huh huh)
(Uh huh huh)

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. down

Pretty hurts
We shine 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
We try to fix something
But you can’t fix what you can’t see
It’s the soul that needs the surgery

(Uh huh huh)

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. down

Pretty hurts.
We shine the light on whatever’s worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation.
Pretty hurts. pretty hurts (pretty hurts)
Pretty hurts (pretty hurts).
We shine the light on whatever’s worst
We try to fix something
But you can’t fix what you can’t see
It’s the soul that needs the surgery

Ain’t got no doctor or pi’ll that can take
The pain away
The pains inside
And nobody frees you from your body
It’s the soul. it’s the soul that needs surgery
It’s my soul that needs surgery
Plastic smiles
And denial can only take you so far
Then you break when the fake facade leaves
You in the dark
You left with shattered mirrors
And the shards of a beautiful past

Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever’s worst
(pretty hurts)
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts. pretty hurts
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever’s worst
We try to fix something
But you can’t fix what you can’t see
It’s the soul that needs the surgery

When you’re alone all by yourself
(pretty hurts. pretty hurts)
And you’re lying in your bed
(pretty hurts. pretty hurts)
Reflection stares right into you
(pretty hurts. pretty hurts)
Are you happy with yourself?
(Pretty hurts. pretty hurts)

You stripped away the masquerade
(pretty hurts. pretty hurts)
The i’llusion has been shed
(pretty hurts. pretty hurts)
Are you happy with yourself?
(Pretty hurts. pretty hurts)
Are you happy with yourself?
(Pretty hurts. pretty hurts)