Miss Third Wards, your first question

What is your aspiration in life?

Oh My aspiration in life

Would be to be happy

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

We shine the light on whatever’s worse

Perfection is the disease of a nation

Pretty hurts

We 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

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

Pretty hurts

We shine the light on whatever’s worse

Perfection is the disease of a nation

Pretty hurts

We 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

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 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 sign leaves you in the dark

You left a shattered mirror

And the shards of a beautiful girl

Pretty hurts

We shine the light on whatever’s worse

Perfection is the disease of a nation

Pretty hurts

We 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

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