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Miss Third Ward
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts
Shine the light on whatever's worse
Tryin' 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 worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
(Pretty hurts, Pretty hurts)
Pretty hurts
Shine the light on whatever's worse
Tryin' 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
Miss Third Ward, your first question
What is your aspiration in life?
Oh, my aspiration in life
That's a great question
What is my aspirartion in life
Would my aspiration in life
Would be, to be happy
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
Tryin' to 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
And you break when the fake facades leave you in the dark
You're left with shattered mirrors and the shards of a beautiful past
Pretty hurts,
Shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
(Pretty hurts, Pretty hurts)
Pretty hurts,
Shine the light on whatever's worse
Tryin' to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs the surgery
When you're alone all by yourself
(Pretty hurts)
And you're lying in your bed
(Pretty hurts, Pretty hurts)
Reflection stares right into you
(Pretty hurts)
Are you happy with yourself?
(Pretty hurts)
You stripped away the masquerade
(Pretty hurts)
The illusion has been shed
(Pretty hurts)
Are you happy with yourself?
(Pretty hurts)
Are you happy with yourself?
(Pretty hurts, Pretty hurts)
Yes