Mama said you're a pretty girl 
What's in your head it doesn't matter  [bad word] 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 try to fix something 
But you can't fix what you can't see 
It's the soul that needs a 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 
We shine the light on whatever's worse 
You try to fix something 
But you can't fix what you can't see 
It's the soul that needs a 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 my soul, it's my 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 faithless side 
Leads you in the dark 
You're left with shattered mirrors 
And the shards of a beautiful girl 

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? 
Yes