Pretty Much

I like Friday nights in ripped up Levi’s

My hair looks better in a flatbill Real Tree

Ardell lashes are the ones I swear by

I like the way they look on me

But sometimes I still grab a jacket on my way out the door

'Cause there's parts of me I like to hide when I'm insecure

If pretty is as pretty does

Then who the hell decided what pretty was?

And if perfect's in, then count me out

'Cause I got better things that I can think about

There are days in the mirror when I don't feel like enough

But I'm getting pretty good at not thinking 'bout pretty much

I guess I cuss a little when I'm drinking

I'm a nightmare when I don't get my sleep

Still got weekends I go off that deep end

Counting flaws and calories

And then I cry 'cause I'm mad, then get mad 'cause I cry

But maybe there's some beauty in my ugly side

If pretty is as pretty does

Then who the hell decided what pretty was?

And if perfect's in, then count me out

'Cause I got better things that I can think about

There are days in the mirror when I don't feel like enough

But I'm getting pretty good at not thinking 'bout pretty much

Pretty much, pretty much

I pretty much love how the good Lord made me

I'm pretty much fine with my level of crazy

If you don't like it, that's okay

I'm pretty much over what other people think

'Cause if pretty is as pretty does

Who the hell decided what pretty was?

And if perfect's in, then count me out

'Cause I got better things that I can think about

There are days in the mirror when I don't feel like enough

But I'm getting pretty good at not thinking 'bout pretty much

(Not thinking 'bout, not thinking 'bout, not thinking 'bout)

Not thinking 'bout pretty much