They told me, “These songs all sound the same. Can you hear it?
That same old, tired refrain—can you hear it?”
And I think, “Do I have it in me?”
‘Cause I don’t think I’m witty enough
To write something you would listen to

(Whoa) It’s bad ‘cause it’s better; it’s bad ‘cause it’s back
(Whoa) They get something new; they don’t know how to react
(Whoa) We’ll try to give it the best we have
But if perfect’s what they need, good luck with that

They told her, “Hey, girl, you look all wrong. Can you see it?
Too dark, too thin, too tall. Can you see it?”
And she thinks, “Do I have it in me?”
'Cause she don't think she's pretty enough
To be the face they put up on the screen

(Whoa) It’s bad ‘cause it’s better; it’s bad ‘cause it’s back
(Whoa) They get something new; they don’t know how to react
(Whoa) We’ll try to give it the best we have
But if perfect’s what they need, good luck with that

Don’t make a sound
They’ll come around
And they will find
That the ones who they just paid no mind
Were just who they’ve been needing all this time
If they say, “You just don’t have the stuff,” go and get it
Keep them in mind and make them regret it

(Whoa) It’s bad ‘cause it’s better; it’s bad ‘cause it’s back
(Whoa) They get something new; they don’t know how to react
(Whoa) We’ll try to give it the best we have
But if perfect’s what they need, good luck with that
If perfect’s what they need, good luck with that