I don't want to be seen as a pretty thing 'Cause it's the pretty things that we're always breaking... (And now she whispers into the mirror:) I'm broken. Oh doctor, doctor, can you fix me, can you fix me? Oh Pretty Baby, you're so naive -- but it comes off so cute We don't want to fix you We love you just the way you are The butterfly pinned to the page The nightingale locked in the cage -- won't you sing for me? Sing for me, uh-huh Yeah, we love you just the way you are Crushed 'neath fashion magazines Trampled by circus pony dreams -- won't you kiss me?