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
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts, we 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
Pretty hurts, we shine the
Light on whatever's worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts, we 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
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
Façade leaves you in the dark
You left with shattered mirrors
And the shards of a beautiful past
Pretty hurts, we shine the
Light on whatever's worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts, we 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
When you're alone all by yourself
And you're lying in your bed
Reflection stares right into you
Are you happy with yourself
You stripped away the masquerade
The illusion has been shed
Are you happy with yourself?
Are you happy with yourself?
Yes
