(Uh huh huh)

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, we shine the light on whatever's worse
You're 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 a disease of a nation, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse
You're 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 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
When the paper sign leaves you in the dark
Shattered mirror and the shards of a beautiful girl

Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Oh, we shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Oh, pretty hurts, oh

Are you happy with yourself?
Are you happy with yourself?

Pretty hurts
Are you happy with yourself?