His Love Makes Me Beautiful

The most beautiful bride in the world
And we are the very lucky gents
Who'll be standing at the sides of the scintillating brides
Florence Ziegfeld proud presents

You are the beautiful reflection of his love's affection
A walking illustration of his adoration
His love makes you beautiful
So beautiful, so beautiful
You ask your looking glass, "What is it?
Makes you so exquisite?"
The answer to your query comes back, dearie

His love makes you beautiful
So beautiful, so beautiful
And woman loved is woman glorified!
You'll make a beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful bride!

The winter bride is typified by Christmas, frost and fairies
And though the weather is changeable, her virtue never varies
The springtime bride is starry eyed, and poets often say
No other bride would dare to dream the dreams that April, May

The summer bride is glorified by Merlin's magic touch
A lucky man receives the love of June, July and such
The autumn bride is prude and wise at sweet sixteen or twenty
And as a wife in future life she'll hold the horn of plenty

And now a singing bride who vocally encompasses
The happiness and harmony that marriage truly promises

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 your query comes back, dearie

His love makes you beautiful (oh-oh)
So beautiful, so beautiful (oh)
You are so beautiful
I am so beautiful
You are so beautiful

The most beautiful bride in the world