Pretty Hurts taby ukulele według Beyoncé (Chwyty barytonu)

Intro: C  G  Am  F
 
 C                  G
Mama said, you're a pretty girl
 Am                    F
What's in your head, it doesn't matter
 C                  G
Brush your hair, fix your teeth
 Am             F
What you wear is all that matters
 C     G           Am            F
Just another stage, pageant the pain away
 C               G
This time I'm gonna take the crown
Am            F
Without falling down, down
 
 
C      G     Am                F
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
C           G             Am       F
Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts
C      G     Am              F
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
C                 G                           Am
Trying to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see
F
It's the soul that needs the surgery
 
 
 C             G
Blonder hair, flat chest
 Am             F
TV says bigger is better
 C             G
South beach, sugar free
 Am                F
Vogue says thinner is better
 C           G
Just another stage
 Am          F
Pageant the pain away
 C               G
This time I'm gonna take the crown
Am            F
Without falling down, down
 
 
C      G     Am                F
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
C           G             Am       F
Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts
C      G     Am              F
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
C                 G                            Am
Trying to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see
F
It's the soul that needs the surgery
 
 
  G
Ain't got no doctor, no computer can take the pain away
   Am
The pain's inside and nobody frees you from your body
   F
It's the soul, it's the soul that needs surgery
   G
It's my soul that needs surgery
 
 
   G
Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far
   Am
And you break when the paper sign leaves you in the dark
   F                                                       F
You left a shattered mirror and the shards of a beautiful girl
 
 
C      G     Am                F
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
C           G             Am       F
Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts
C      G     Am              F
Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse
C                 G                            Am
Trying to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see
 
It's the soul that needs the surgery
 
 
         C                  G
When you're alone all by yourself
            Am             F
And you're lying in your bed
               C                  G
Reflection stares right into you
              Am             F
Are you happy with yourself
             C                  G
It's just a way to masquerade
             Am             F
The illusion that's been shed
           C                  G
Are you happy with yourself?
          Am             F  
Are you happy with yourself?, yes