[Style: Dark synthpop, electro-rock, deep female mezzo-soprano, raspy chest belt] [Intro: Pristine electropop, glassy synth pulse, perfume-bottle clink] (Pretty) (So pretty) [Verse 1: Playful, vain, dark low-mid register, spacious beat] Fresh and fierce, like what you see? No wonder all these boys keep staring at me Little mascara, touch of red Fifteen little bottles, fifteen little lies Monday's underneath me, Tuesday paints it red Wednesday covers Tuesday, Thursday hides what's left Friday needs concealer, Saturday needs more Sunday paints another face on everything before (Pretty) [Pre-Chorus: Rhythmic, smoky dark-cabaret phrasing] Right, okay, right away [Three Sharp Handclaps] Smile and stay (Beautiful) [Chorus: Explosive dance-punk drive, strong raspy chest belt] Blonde, beautiful, flexible Legs go on for days Picture perfect, worth the effort Look what pretty takes Push 'em up, lock it down, squeeze it in, turn around The magic of makeup, beauty on display (Pretty, pretty) Perfect is a click away [Verse 2: Metallic surgical percussion, distorted bass, raw raspy belt] Twenty-five, thirty-three, forty staring back at me (Not a line!) Fill it, freeze it, lift it high If I never watch it happen, did I ever say goodbye? Shellac nails, acrylic skin Glue another little piece of beautiful on again Buff it back, paint it new, another coat will see me through Something underneath is sore, so I cover it with more (More... just a little more) [Chorus: Explosive dance-punk drive, full raspy belt] Blonde, beautiful, flexible Legs go on for days Picture perfect, worth the effort Look what pretty takes Push 'em up, lock it down, squeeze it in, don't make a sound Perfection's only one more coat away (More! More!) Perfect is a click away [Bridge: Rising industrial pressure, synth stutters, dark cabaret vocal] Smooth the skin, freeze the face Fill the lines, erase the age Bleach the roots, glue the eyes Paint the truth until it lies (Pretty... Perfect... MORE!) If beauty's only skin deep... [Sudden Silence] [Break: Dry close-mic sung vocal, no reverb, intimate low register] Why am I buried underneath? Wait... I think that's me... I can't see me [Sung Vocal Belt] (COVER IT!) [Breakdown: Violent industrial dance-punk, mechanical thrum, huge raspy belt] No lines (Perfect!) No pores (Perfect!) No age (Perfect!) No flaws (Perfect!) No scars, no grey, no evidence I ever aged No cracks, no pain, no little girl behind the paint (Pretty! Perfect! PRETTY!) [Final Chorus: Industrial chaos, flatline bass pulse, extreme raspy belt] BLONDE, BEAUTIFUL, FLEXIBLE LEGS GO ON FOR DAYS FULLER, SMOOTHER, YOUNGER, NEWER LOOK WHAT PRETTY TAKES! Push 'em up, lock it down, squeeze it in, paint it out Layer on layer, day after day The magic of makeup... of beauty and decay! Underneath... Underneath... WE STILL DECAY! [Immediate Hard Cut] [End]
