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Ms. Third Ward, your first question What is your aspiration in life? Oh, well, my aspiration in life would be To be happy
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 You're tryna fix something But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs a 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
Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts, 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 You're tryna fix something But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs a 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 my soul, it's my 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 façade leaves you in the dark You left with shattered mirrors and the shards of a beautiful past
Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts, 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 You're tryna fix something But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs a 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 illusion 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)
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