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 the disease of a nation. Pretty hurts pretty hurts. Pretty hurts. We shine the light on whatever's worse. Tryna 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. Pretty hurts. We shine the light on whatever's worse. Perfection is the disease of a nation. Pretty hurts pretty hurts. Pretty hurts. We shine the light on whatever's worse. Tryna 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 therapeutic that can take the pain away. The pain's inside. And nobody frees you from your body. It's the soul that needs surgery. It's my soul that needs surgery. Plastic smiles and denial. Can only take you so far. And you break. When the paper signs you in the dark. You left a shattered mirror. And the shards of a beautiful girl. Pretty hurts. We shine the light on whatever's worse. Perfection is the disease of a nation. Pretty hurts pretty hurts. Pretty hurts. We shine the light on whatever's worse. Tryna fix something. But you can't fix what you can't see. It's the soul that needs the surgery. Pretty hurts pretty hurts. Pretty hurts pretty hurts. Pretty hurts