Song Description
Study on the question of plastic surgery. Not condemning it, but definitely sarcastic exploration of the topic.
Song Length |
4:20 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative, Folk - Alternative |
Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Worried |
Subject |
Feminism, Conformity |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Fat girls, skinny girls, nobody likes themselves anymore.
Tall girls, short girls, everything in-between: We?re not good enough anymore.
If I were pretty, so pretty, I might just be onto something.
If I were pretty, so pretty, the world would open up for me.
I hear the buzz on the street.
At present I am incomplete.
What nature didn?t see fit to give me
I can put in me for a small fee.
Maybe I should go under the knife.
Buy myself a better life ? improve design.
Then true confidence is mine.
Hear me, ladies, life isn?t always fair. But take heart.
Born with it or buying it, girls, a little cash and you?re a living work of art.
Sit on the sidelines while they live their lives, or get yourselves out in the game, girls.
?Cause when you?re pretty, so pretty, the world will be on its knees.
You see the word?s gotten out.
I can turn this thing around.
What nature seemed to give me too much of
I can get rid of for a small sum.
Maybe I should go under the knife.
Buy myself a better life ? improve design.
Then true confidence is mine.
This is my second chance.
The stardust in his magic hands
Will soon reveal the girl I?m meant to be ?cause we
Make our own reality, don?t we?
Maybe I should go under the knife.
Buy myself a better life ? improve design.
Then true confidence is mine.
Please, doctor, wrap the bow up tight so no one knows.
(Don?t you think I?m pretty?)
I hope those magazines were right: ?The only scars are the ones that show.?
(Don?t you think I?m pretty?)