Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Perfection is a disease of a nation

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Trying to fix something

But you can't fix what you can't see

It's the soul that needs the surgery

Put your make-up on

Get your nails done

Curl your hair

Run the extra mile

Keep it slim so they like you

Do they like you?

Wait a second

Why should you care

What they think of you

When you're all alone

By yourself

Do you like you?

Do you like you?

You don't have to try so hard

You don't have to

Give it all away

You just have to get up

Get up, get up, get up

You don't have to change a single thing

You don't have to try, try, try, try

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Perfection is a disease of a nation

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Trying to 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, down

Don't lose who you are

In the blur of the stars

Seeing is deceiving

Dreaming is believing

It's okay not to be okay

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Perfection is a disease of a nation

Pretty hurts

Pretty hurts

You don't have to try so hard

You don't have to

Give it all away