Pretty Hurts

Pretty Hurts is the first song recorded by American singer Beyoncé for her fifth studio album BEYONCÉ. It was released on December 13, 2013.

Lyrics
Ms. Third Ward, your first question: What is your aspiration in life? Oh, well 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, 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, 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 façade 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 Tryna fix something But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs a 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? Yeah, yes (Ah, ah, ah)