Beyonce Knowles Pretty Hurts Lyrics
Pretty Hurts by Beyonce Knowles
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
Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worst Perfection is the disease of a nation Pretty hurts 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 the surgery
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Just another stage Pageant the pain away This time I'm gonna take the crown Without falling down, down
Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worst Perfection is the disease of a nation Pretty hurts 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 the surgery
Photos 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, it's 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 a shattered mirror And the shards of a beautiful girl
Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worst Perfection is the disease of a nation Pretty hurts 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 the surgery
When you'r alone all by yourself And you're lying in your bed Reflection stares right into you Are you happy with yourself It's just a way to masquerade The illusion has been shed Are you happy with yourself Are you happy with yourself Yes
Just another stage Pageant the pain away This time I'm gonna take the crown Without falling down, down
Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worst Perfection is the disease of a nation Pretty hurts 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 the surgery
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Just another stage Pageant the pain away This time I'm gonna take the crown Without falling down, down
Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worst Perfection is the disease of a nation Pretty hurts 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 the surgery
Photos 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, it's 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 a shattered mirror And the shards of a beautiful girl
Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worst Perfection is the disease of a nation Pretty hurts 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 the surgery
When you'r alone all by yourself And you're lying in your bed Reflection stares right into you Are you happy with yourself It's just a way to masquerade The illusion has been shed Are you happy with yourself Are you happy with yourself Yes