I want to be beautiful
I want to be perfect
What deal with the devil
Do I have to make

And how much will it cost me
to finally be beautiful
How extreme are the measures
I’m willing to take

Will I recognize myself once it’s done
Will you be enchanted by
what a perfect girl I have become
Will I learn to hide the old
insecurity and doubt
When I am transformed
Into someone beautiful

I know there are trade-offs
If I want to be perfect
I know that the changes
Are for my own sake

But how much will be left in
When they’re done and I’m beautiful
What parts will be real
And what parts will be fake

And what about the light
That shines from within
Will it be displaced in time
By the perfectness of my new skin
Do you think I’ll rise above
insecurity and doubt
Will I still be kind
To people less beautiful

Will all my flaws be erased
Along with all of the lines on my face
Will I be happy as never was possible
Before I became beautiful?
Beautiful

I ache to be beautiful
And I yearn to be perfect
But I wonder if maybe by now it’s too late
‘Cause I grew up with this face
Which never was beautiful
So there’s years of old feelings
They’d have to replace

And what about the light
That shines from within
Will it be displaced in time
By the perfectness of my new skin
Do you think I’ll rise above
insecurity and doubt
Can I be transformed into someone beautiful

What if I am already beautiful