Beholder

He said I'm pretty with no make-up on Tell me something I don't know The dress you like don't fit no more You're not the one I wore it for But pretty shouldn't hurt This pretty shouldn't hurt Pretty shouldn't hurt no more Pretty should hurt Glitz and glamour never seemed to please me Please me I could give a fuck if no one sees me And if you fell in love with these TV screens You are not watching my TV And if I let my nappy hair show If I like the way my booty grow If don't wear my swirlkous You'd get lost up in my corn rows Baby you should let your hair down Tell me something I don't know This beauty shouldn't wound our youths How many truths are hid in clothes so loose? How many words don't fit? This pretty shouldn't This grace won't hold vain This pretty shouldn't hurt no more Said this grace won't vain And if I let my nappy hair show If I like the way my booty grow If don't wear my swirlkous You'd get lost up in my corn rows And if I let my nappy hair show If I like the way my booty grow If don't wear my swirlkous You'd get lost up in my corn rows And if I let my nappy hair show If I like the way my booty grow If don't wear my swirlkous You'd get lost up in my corn rows