[Verse 1]
Once, somebody said my nose looks small from the left side of my head
So, that's what I post on the internet
All it takes is, once, some kid in math class likens you to a bus
And, that's it, body dysmorphia

[Chorus]
But I'm sick of hating God for the shape I'm not
And I'd trade every fight I fought for liking what I got

[Verse 2]
My first boyfriend said I was beautiful every time we laid in bed
Couldn't even try to believe it
Spent the whole damn time thinking he was such a dick to be lying
Couldn't even try to believe it

[Chorus]
But I'm sick of wasting time wanting what's not mine
And I'd trade being mad at God for liking what I got

[Bridge]
Mm, mm-mm (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me
Don't be so pretty, pretty
Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me
Don't be so pretty, pretty
Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me
Don't be so pretty, pretty (Hmm)
Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me
Don't be so pretty, pretty
[Chorus]
I'm sick of wasting time wanting what's not mine, ooh-ooh, ooh, ah-ah, ah, ah
And I'd trade being mad at God for liking what I've got

[Outro]
Oh, oh
Liking what I got
Mm, mm, mm-mm