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