Pretty Hurts

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 you can’t fix what you can’t see
It’s the soul that needs the 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
We try to fix something but you can’t fix what you can’t see
It’s the soul that needs the 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, we shine the light on whatever’s worst (pretty hurts)
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 you can’t fix what you can’t see
It’s the soul that needs the surgery

When you’re alone all by yourself (pretty hurts, pretty hurts)
And you’re lying in your bed (pretty hurts, pretty hurts)
Reflection stares right into you (pretty hurts, pretty hurts)
Are you happy with yourself? (pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

You stripped away the masquerade (pretty hurts, pretty hurts)
The illusion has been shed (pretty hurts, pretty hurts)
Are you happy with yourself? (pretty hurts, pretty hurts)
Are you happy with yourself? (pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

Yes
Uh huh huh

Lyrics taken from the song Pretty Hurts by Beyonce Knowles

November Girl

In a cold drizzly country called England
a girl was born in November.
She had a good heart right from the start
from what she could remember.

Raised by a single-parent mother
on a council estate, she was odd.
At her school, the kids were cool
and she always felt left by her tod.

So the girl was smart and literate.
At a young age, many a book she perused.
But she never fit in, felt wrong in the skin
and teenage life left her rather confused.

When it came to decisions of the future
November girl kept changing her mind.
A journalist, editor or beautician
her true destiny she couldn’t find.

So she went to college for A Levels
and university for the bachelor.
But the student life was not for her
as she wasn’t into the drink and drug culture.

On the quest for internal happiness
she dabbled in different vocations.
Retail, waitressing and office work galore
It was a more of a chore, nothing like a vacation.

After job hopping she settled down
in an office job at the bottom
of the hierarchy in the corporate institution.
But how to deal with the suits, she couldn’t fathom.

Finally November girl learned that all she needs
to do to find peace within, is overcome your fears.
She now lives in a small quiet house
with her cat and partner of five years.