Pretty Hurts

[Intro] A  Bm  F#m  E

 A        Bm
Mama said: you're a pretty girl
F#m                  E
What's in your head, it doesn't matter
A                Bm
Brush your hair, fix your teeth
F#m             E
What you wear is all that matters
 A     Bm            F#m         E
Just another stage, pageant the pain away
 A               Cm
This time I'm gonna take the crown
F#m             E
Without falling down, down

A      Bm        F#m                E
Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse
A           Bm              F#m      E
Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts
A      Bm        F#m                E
Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse
A                 Bm                              F#m
Trying to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see
E
It's the soul that needs the surgery

A             Bm
Blonder hair, flat chest
 F#m       E
TV says bigger is better
A            Bm
South beach, sugar free
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Vogue says thinner is better
 A          Bm
Just another stage
 F#m         E
Pageant the pain away
 A               Bm
This time I'm gonna take the crown
F#m             E
Without falling down, down

A      Bm        F#m                E
Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse
A           Bm              F#m      E
Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts
A      Bm        F#m                E
Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse
A                 Bm                              F#m
Trying to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see
E
It's the soul that needs the surgery

Bm
Ain't got no doctor or pill that can take the pain away
 F#m
The pain's inside and nobody frees you from your body
 A                                         E
It's the soul, it's the soul that needs surgery (It's my soul that needs surgery)
Bm
Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far
F#m
Then you break when the fake façade leaves you in the dark
A                                                E
You left with shattered mirrors and the shards of a beautiful past

A      Bm        F#m                E
Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse
A           Bm              F#m      E
Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts
A      Bm        F#m                E
Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worse
A                 Bm                              F#m
Trying to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see
E
It's the soul that needs the surgery

              A                         Bm
When you're alone all by yourself
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And you're lying in your bed
               A                 Bm
Reflection stares right into you
              F#m            E
Are you happy with yourself
             A                Bm
You stripped away the masquerade
             F#m        E
The illusion has been shed
           A                  Bm
Are you happy with yourself?
          F#m             E
Are you happy with yourself?
Yes