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 
 F#m                E 
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 
                         F#m             E 
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