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 We shine the light on whatever's worst You're tryna 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 worst Perfection is a disease of a nation Pretty hurts We shine the light on whatever's worst You're tryna fix something But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs a surgery 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? Are you happy with yourself? Yeah, yes