When her looks all go away

I hope I'll never hear her say that she needs work

That she needs work

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 the TV screens

the Botox and expensive creams

When we're all perfect just the way we are

And no doctor's hands could ever shape

us better than the way God made us

I look at hеr, and I don't see the flaws

She's the samе girl that I adore, I hope I

Grow old with grace

'Cause 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 gray hair, I know I won't care

I'll be sitting in my rocking chair as I

Grow old with grace, yeah

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

They pay for 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 hope I

Grow old with grace

'Cause 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 gray hair, I know I won't care

I'll be sitting in my rocking chair as I

Grow old with grace

Grow old with grace

No, God won't recognize us at the door

We're not the same as we were before, I hope I

Grow old with grace

'Cause 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 gray hair, I know I won't care

I'll be sitting in my rocking chair as I

Grow old with grace

As I grow old with grace

As I grow old with grace