Pretty Hurts

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, it's 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
We try to fix something but you can't fix
what you can't see
It's the soul that needs the 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
beatutiful girl

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
We try to fix something but you can't fix
what you can't see
It's the soul that needs the surgery.



Credits
Writer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Joshua Emanuel Coleman, Sia Kate Furler
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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