歌手:Beyoncé
专辑:《BEYONCÉ [Platinum Edition]》

Ms. Third Ward, 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 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 ya can't fix whatcha can't see
It’s the soul that needs 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 ya can't fix whatcha can't see
It’s the soul that needs a surgery

Ain't got no doctor or pill that can take the pain away
The pains inside and nobody frees you from your body
It's my soul it's my 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
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
We try to fix something
But ya can't fix whatcha can't see
It’s the soul that needs surgery
When you are alone all by yourself

When you’re lying in your bed
Reflection stares right into you
Are you happy with yourself?

Stripped away the masquerade
The illusion has been shed
Are you happy with yourself?

Are you happy with yourself?

Yes