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