His Love Makes Me Beautiful — текст песни (The Supremes)

Jule Styne-Bob Merrill

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, itжЉЇ pretty.
-Oh, oh-And know why? Cause it makes me feel beautiful. "Mirror, mirror on the
wall, whoжЉЇ 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.