They claim she's beautiful; I wanna watch her fall,
Because she sold her soul and now I just want her type to go!
Plastic surgery; left her with a ruined nose,
Her heart has decomposed and a- -ll I can scream is n- -o! ! !
She has a striking face;
Shallow beauty is a disgrace.
They say she must be idolized;
No! She must be improved upon
And replaced!
She's pretty ugly, she's pretty ugly;
She's pretty ugly to a loser who looks like me.
She's pretty ugly, she's pretty ugly;
She's pretty ugly to a loser who looks like me.
Where are the nice ones?
I hate the rich ones!
The golden age of beauty has come and gone
And all that is left, to use are the blondes!
I hate vanity! I have vanity;
I hate everything that you have done,
To challenge me with your beauty.
She's pretty ugly, she's pretty ugly;
She's pretty ugly to a loser who looks like me.
She's pretty ugly, she's pretty ugly;
She's pretty ugly to a loser who looks like me.
She lacks sympathy; I lack mercy!
There is no dignity in selling your body to a magazine page.
These are just my conscious thoughts;
Where are the pretty souls?
There is nothing left inside to hide
And all we have to use are these knowledge bombs of rage.
*(Repeat these lines as the song becomes quieter and fades out.)
*She's pretty ugly, she's pretty ugly;
She's pretty ugly,
Yeah she's s- -o,
Very, pretty, ugly.
She's pretty ugly, she's pretty ugly;
She's pretty ugly,
Yeah she's s- -o,
Very, pretty, ugly.
She's pretty ugly, she's pretty ugly;
She's pretty ugly,
Yeah she's s- -o,
Very, pretty, ugly.
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