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 a 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
Pre chorus and chorus
Ain't no doctor or beauty 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
It's my soul that needs surgery
Plastic smiles and a knife can only take you so far
And you break when the faithless sign leaves you in the dark
You're left with shattered mirror
In the shards of a beautiful girl
chorus
When you're alone all by yourself
When you're lying in your bed
Reflection stares right into you
Are you happy with yourself?
Strip away the masquerade
The illusion has been changed
Are you happy with yourself?
Are you happy with yourself?
Yes.