Tenille Arts - Dying To Be Pretty

Let's all pretend that no one's getting older
Forever young gets younger every day
If beauty's in the eye of the beholder
Maybe my black mascara got in the way
And we can buy, we can chase
We can buy, we can chase
A bottle of fix-everything-we-hate

We're dying to be pretty on a Saturday night
Small town or big city out living the lie
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, ain't the fairest of 'em all
Look at me, look at us
Ain't we all just
Dying to be pretty? Uh, oh
We're dying to be pretty, uh, oh

We'll compare ourselves until it kills us
While we filter every photo that we take
We try to erase
Try to erase
The years, the lines, and God's mistakes
He didn't make
It's a game that we play
It's a game that we play
Trying to be the best in the worst way

We're dying to be pretty on a Saturday night
Small town or big city out living the lie
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, ain't the fairest of 'em all
Look at me, look at us
Ain't we all just
Dying to be pretty? Uh, ooh
We're dying to be pretty

Why are we dying to be pretty when we already are?
Too big or too skinny, why we trying so hard?
Why are we

Dying to be pretty on a Saturday night?
Small town or big city out living the lie
Mirror, mirror on the wall ain't the fairest of 'em all
Look at me, look at us
Ain't we all just
Dying to be pretty? Uh, ooh
We're dying to be pretty, oh, oh

We're dying to be pretty, yeah