text: 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 Im gonna take the crown
  Without falling down, down
  Pretty hurts
  Shine the light on whatevers worse
  Perfection is the 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
  Pretty hurts
  Shine the light on whatevers worse
  Perfection is the 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
  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 that needs surgery
  Its the soul that needs surgery
  Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far
  And you break when the fake facade leaves you in the dark
  You left a shattered mirror
  And the shards of a beautiful girl
  Pretty hurts
  Shine the light on whatevers worse
  Perfection is the 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