Mama said, "You're a pretty girl.
What's in your head, it doesn't matter
Brush your hair, fi 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 fi something but you
can't fi 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 fi something but you
can't fi what you can't see
It's the soul that needs the surgery
Ain't got no doctor or pill
that can take the pain away
The pain's 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 girl
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 fi something but you
can't fi what you can't see
It's the soul that needs the surgery
pretty hurts, we shine the light
on whatever is worst
perfection is a desease of a
nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts
pretty hurts, we shine the light
on whatever's worst
we try to fi something but you
can't fi what you can't see
it's the sould that needs the surgery
