The Script - Grow Old With Grace
When her looks all go away
I hope I never hear her say
That she needs work
That she needs work
An when her skin all starts to crease
I pray she never says to me
That she needs work
That she needs work
They sell it on our TV screens
Their Botox and expensive creams
But we're all perfect just the way we are
No doctor’s hands could ever shape us
Better than the way God made us
I look at her and I don't see the flaws
She's the same girl that I adore...I hope I
Grow Old With Grace
Cos I love every line there on her face
And even when her mind it starts to fade
Yeah I’ll be there
And when she gets grey hair I know I won’t care
I’ll be sittin’ in my rocking chair as I
Grow Old With Grace
She looks at airbrushed magazines
I hope she doesn’t think that means
That she needs work
That she needs work
I hope she sees herself to be
As perfect as she is to me
She don’t need work
No she don’t need work
The papers show the Rich and Famous
Perfect teeth and plastic faces
But when they smile it doesn't touch their eyes
So I won’t stop ‘til I persuade her
She can’t improve on Mother Nature
She couldn’t hide her beauty if she tried
Maybe then she'll believe that I....I hope I
Grow Old With Grace
Cos I love every line there on her face
And even if her mind it starts to fade
Yeah I’ll be there
And when she gets grey hair I know I won’t care
I’ll be sittin’ in my rocking chair as I
Grow Old With Grace
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