Pretty Hurts

Pretty Hurts - Pop Loco

Written by：Sia/Beyoncé/Ammo

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 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 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

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 its 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 past

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

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

Yes