Mama said, Youre a pretty girl. Whats in your head, it doesnt matter Brush your hair, fix your teeth. What you wear is all that matters. Just another stage, pageant the pain away This time youre gonna take the crown Without falling down, down, down Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatevers worse Perfection is a disease of a nation Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatevers worse Tryna fix something but you cant fix what you cant see Its 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 Im gonna take the crown Without falling down, down, down Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatevers worse Perfection is a disease of a nation Pretty hurts, pretty hurts, shine the light on whatevers worse Tryna fix something but you cant fix what you cant see Its the soul that needs the surgery Aint got no doctor or pill that can take the pain away The pains inside and nobody frees you from your body Its the soul, its the soul that needs surgery Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far When the paper sign leaves you in the dark Shattered mirror and the shards of a beautiful girl Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatevers worse Perfection is a disease of a nation Shine the light on whatevers worse Perfection is a disease of a nation Pretty hurts Are you happy with yourself Are you happy with yourself Pretty hurts Are you happy with yourself
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 14:47:16 +0000
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