Harvey Keitel: Ms. Third Wards, your first question – What is your aspiration in life?
Beyoncé: 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
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever’s worst
We try to fix something
But ya can’t fix, what you can’t see
It’s the soul that needs 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
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever’s worst
We try to fix something
But ya can’t fix, what you can’t see
It’s the soul that needs surgery

Ain’t got not doctor or pill that can take the pain away
The pain’s inside and nobody frees you from your body
It’s my soul, it’s my soul that needs surgery
It’s my soul that needs surgery
Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far
Thenk you break whe the fake facade leaves you in the dark
Left with shattered mirros and the shards
Of a beautiful past

Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever’s worst
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever’s worst
We try to fix something
But ya can’t fix, what you can’t see
It’s the soul that needs surgery

When yoy are 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?
Yes