LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizePretty Hurts (The Thin Red Men Remix)
Mama said, you're a pretty girlWhat's in your head it doesn't matterBrush your hair, fix your teethWhat you wear is all that mattersJust another stagePageant the pain awayThis time I'm gonna take the crownWithout falling down, down, downPretty hurtsWe shine the light on whatever's worsePerfection is the disease of a nationPretty hurts, pretty hurtsPretty hurtsWe shine the light on whatever's worseTryna fix somethingBut you can't fix what you can't seeIt's the soul that needs the surgeryBlonder hair, flat chestTV says bigger is betterSouth Beach, sugar freeVogue saysThinner is betterJust another stagePageant the pain awayThis time I'm gonna take the crownWithout falling down, down, downPretty hurtsWe shine the light on whatever's worsePerfection is the disease of a nationPretty hurts, pretty hurtsPretty hurtsWe shine the light on whatever's worseTryna fix somethingBut you can't fix what you can't seeIt's the soul that needs the surgeryAin't got no doctor or therapeutic that can take the pain awayThe pain's insideAnd nobody frees you from your bodyIt's the soul that needs surgeryIt's my soul that needs surgeryPlastic smiles and denialCan only take you so farAnd you breakWhen the paper signs you in the darkYou left a shattered mirrorAnd the shards of a beautiful girlPretty hurtsWe shine the light on whatever's worsePerfection is the disease of a nationPretty hurts, pretty hurtsPretty hurtsWe shine the light on whatever's worseTryna fix somethingBut you can't fix what you can't seeIt's the soul that needs the surgeryPretty hurts, pretty hurtsPretty hurts, pretty hurtsPretty hurts
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