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 Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worse Perfection is the disease of a nation Pretty hurts 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 Shine the light on whatever's worse Perfection is the disease of a nation Pretty hurts 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 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 Shine the light on whatever's worse Perfection is the disease of a nation Pretty hurts 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 When you'r alone all by yourself And you're lying in your bed Reflection stares right into you Are you happy with yourself It's just a way to masquerade The illusion has been shed Are you happy with yourself Are you happy with yourself Yes