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Pretty Hurts Lyrics by Beyoncé Beyoncé
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Miss Third ward
Chorus 1
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
Tryna fix something but you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs the surgery
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 worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
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
You've done a great job in the competition so far
Thank you
As have all, all ladies, let's give them another hand, shall we?
Miss Third ward, your first question
What is your aspiration in life?
My aspiration in life
That's a great question
Well, my aspiration in life would be to be happy
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
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
It's my soul that needs surgery
Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far
Then you break when the fake facade leaves you in the dark
You left with shattered mirrors and the shards of a beautiful girl
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
Tryna fix something but you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs the surgery
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?
Are you happy with yourself?
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Yes
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