Jule Styne
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 еxquisite?
The answer to my quеry 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