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.
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His Love Makes Me Beautiful
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| Diana Ross |
