Beyonce Pretty Hurts Songtekst

Beyonce Pretty Hurts Songtekst

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
You shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is the disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts

Pretty hurts
You shine the light on whatever's worse
Tryna fix something, but you can't fix
What you can't see, is 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

Pretty hurts
You shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is the disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts

Pretty hurts
You shine the light on whatever's worse
Tryna fix something, but you can't fix
What you can't see, is the soul that needs the surgery

Ain't no doctor or therapeutic 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 you in the dark
You left a shattered mirror and the shards of a beautiful girl

Pretty hurts
You shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is the disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts

Pretty hurts
You shine the light on whatever's worse
Tryna fix something, but you can't fix
What you can't see, is 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
It's just a way to masquerade, the illusion has been shed
Are you happy with yourself, are you happy with yourself, yes