Beauty Pageant

So it starts with a girl
In a bar, and she's singing from the heart
Glitter curtain, sticky floors
She would die for the applause
Twenty-five, still alive
You'll find me chronically online
Dry my tears, I'm good to go

'Cause I'm too young, too sad
Too numb to give a damn
I'll strike a pose, I'm ready
Come on and make me pretty
The stage is yours
Don't forget to have a ball
One day, I'll make you love me
Come on and make me pretty

Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm-mm

So I dance till I drop
Pull on my strings and wind me up
I'll be your favourite, till I'm not
Like a song that you forgot
I'll wear a dress I can't afford
You're not in the Midlands anymore

I click my heels and wish for home

But I'm too young, too sad
Too numb to give a damn
I'll strike a pose, I'm ready
Come on and make me pretty
The stage is yours
Don't forget to have a ball
One day, I'll make you love me
Come on and make me pretty

I pray that one day I'll turn and face the mirror with a smile (Turn and face the mirror)
Away (And smile)
You're gonna crush it, sweetie pie

But I'm too young, too sad
Too dumb to stand a chance
I'll strike a pose, I'm ready
Come on and make me pretty
This is what you wanted, after all
Just don't forget to have a ball
One day I'll make you love me
Come on and make me pretty

Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm-mm

I won't stop until you love me
Come on and make me pretty