Little girls are born into a world
where their bodies are a tool to please
Your face and every action,
every placement of a word or leg to be approved
You'll learn to do you best, to score top marks in every test
And all regardless of the cost
(They say) It takes a village, if that's true
Then this is what I'll teach to you
You don't owe the world pretty
You don't owe anyone perfect
You just do what you can, and
You don't owe the world pretty
Little one you're going to need and little one you're going to bleed
And you'll be taught that it's a shame,
to hide the pain and do whatever keeps you most appealing
You'll learn to bear disgrace, to keep the peace and know your place
But darling, you can set your own pace
(They say) I wish I'd known what I know now
I'll pass it on to you somehow
You don't owe the world pretty
You don't owe anyone perfect
You just do what you can, and
You don't owe the world pretty
If you can make and shape an outline you can call your own, your home
Then all you need to build this
thing, no armored prince, no diamond ring
Just you
You don't owe the world pretty
You don't owe anyone perfect
You just do what you can, and
You don't owe the world pretty
