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