Listen to Pretty Hurts by Beyoncé

Pretty Hurts

Beyoncé

Pop

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Vocals
Derek Dixie
Derek Dixie
Synthesizer
Harvey Keitel
Harvey Keitel
Performer
Sia
Sia
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Coleman
Joshua Coleman
Songwriter
Sia Furler
Sia Furler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ammo
Ammo
Producer
Ramon Rivas
Ramon Rivas
Engineer
Rob Suchecki
Rob Suchecki
Engineer
James Krausse
James Krausse
Mastering Engineer
Stuart White
Stuart White
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

"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 You're 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) Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts) We shine the light on whatever's worst You're tryna fix something But you can't fix what you 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 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 facade leaves you in the dark You left with shattered mirrors And the shards of a beautiful past Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts) We shine the light on whatever's worst (Pretty hurts) Perfection is a disease of a nation Pretty hurts, pretty hurts (Pretty hurts) Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts) We shine the light on whatever's worst You're tryna fix something But you can't fix what you can't see (Pretty hurts) It's the soul that needs a surgery When you're 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? Yeah, yes Ah, ah
Writer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Sia Kate Furler, Joshua Emanuel Coleman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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