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 worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
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 worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation (If you wanna know)
Oh, oh, oh, pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worse
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 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
Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far
And you'll break when the fake façade 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 worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worse
We tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery