| Not many say she’s pretty 'cause they don’t realize
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| That beauty is often hidden from another’s eyes
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| But in the quiet moments her beauty starts to shine
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| And every night I’m thankful that she’s mine, that she is mine
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| 'Cause she was born to love me in her gentle way
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| Born to love me each and every day
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| Born to love me, born to hold me tight
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| Born to love me every night, every night
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| I learned it doesn’t matter what other people see
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| It’s what I feel for her and what she feels for me
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| She made my life worth living because she’s understood
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| That love is made for giving, she’s so good, she’s so good
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| And she was born to love me in her gentle way
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| Born to love me each and every day
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| Born to love me, born to hold me tight
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| And she loves me every night, every night
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| And she was born to love me in her gentle way |