His Love Makes Me Beautiful
I am the beautiful reflection of my love's affection
A walking illustration of his adoration
His love makes you beautiful,
So beautiful, so beautiful
I ask my looking glass
What is it makes me so exquisite?
The answer to my query comes back:
"Dearie, his love makes you beautiful,
So beautiful, so beautiful
And woman loved is woman glorified!"
I'll make a beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful bride!
Oh, his love makes me beautiful,
So beautiful, so beautiful
I ask my looking glass
What is it makes me so exquisite?
The answer to my query comes back:
"Dearie, his love makes you beautiful
So beautiful (beautiful)
So beautiful (beautiful)
And woman loved is woman glorified!"
I'll make a beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful bride!
Oh, woman loved is glorified
I'm gonna make a beautiful bride.
[Spoken]
-Gee, ain't she got some beautiful, beautiful skinny legs? Got a beautiful face
And hair-Hair?
-I mean my wig, it? pretty.
-Oh, oh-And know why? Cause it makes me feel beautiful. "Mirror, mirror on the
Wall, who? the fairest of them all?" Me.
-What?
-I know it. Cause I'm beautiful.
-Well, maybe she is beautiful, cause she thinks she is.
-Really, beautiful.
I'll make a beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful bride.
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