Pretty Hurts
Mama said, you're a pretty girlWhat's in your head it doesn't matterBrush your hair, fix your teethWhat you wear is all that matters
Just another stagePageant the pain awayThis time I'm gonna take the crownWithout falling down, down
Pretty hurtsShine the light on whatever's worsePerfection is the disease of a nationPretty hurtsShine the light on whatever's worseTryna fix somethingBut you can't fix what you can't seeIt's the soul that needs the surgery
Blonder hair, flat chestTV says bigger is betterSouth beach, sugar freeVogue saysThinner is better
Just another stagePageant the pain awayThis time I'm gonna take the crownWithout falling down, down, down
Pretty hurtsShine the light on whatever's worsePerfection is the disease of a nationPretty hurtsShine the light on whatever's worseTryna fix somethingBut you can't fix what you can't seeIt's the soul that needs the surgery
Ain't no doctor or therapeutic that can take the pain awayThe pain's insideAnd nobody frees you from your bodyIt's the soul that needs surgeryIt's my soul that needs surgeryPlastic smiles and denial can only take you so farAnd you break when the paper signs you in the darkYou left a shattered mirrorAnd the shards of a beautiful girl
Pretty hurtsShine the light on whatever's worsePerfection is the disease of a nationPretty hurtsShine the light on whatever's worseTryna fix somethingBut you can't fix what you can't seeIt's the soul that needs the surgery
When you're alone all by yourselfAnd you're lying in your bedReflection stares right into youAre you happy with yourselfIt's just a way to masqueradeThe illusion has been shedAre you happy with yourselfAre you happy with yourselfYes