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
[Chorus:]
Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worse Perfection is the disease of a nation Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worse Tryna fix something But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs the surgery
[Verse 2:] [Куплет 2:] Blonder hair, flat chest Светлые волосы, плоская грудь TV says bigger is better По телевидению говорят: чем больше, тем лучше. South beach, sugar free Диета «Саус-Бич», (1) никакого сахара. Vogue says Vogue (2) говорит: Thinner is better Худощавость прекрасна.
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[Bridge:]
Ain’t 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 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 paper signs leaves you in the dark You left a shattered mirror And the shards of a beautiful girl
[Chorus] [Припев]
[Outro:] [Заключение:] When you're alone all by yourself Когда ты совсем одна And you're lying in your bed Лежишь в своей постели, Reflection stares right into you И отражение смотрит прямо на тебя, Are you happy with yourself? Довольна ли ты собой? It's just a way to masquerade Это форма притворства, The illusion has been shed Иллюзия исчезла. Are you happy with yourself? Ты довольна собой? Are you happy with yourself? Ты довольна собой? Yes