Beautiful

She puts on lipstick like she has each morning before
Smooths down her cotton skirt as she opens her door
On the bus she's riding, no eyes recognise her or care
She checks reflections in windows to make sure she's still there
Can't anybody see the girl she used to be?

When he'd say, "Hey, beautiful
I know just how to make you smile"
And he'd say, "Hey, beautiful
Won't you lend me your heart a little while?
I'll love it back to life
Hey, beautiful"

At the end of the day as she washes her face
With a critical eye and a finger, she'll trace
Each line that appeared overnight like an unwelcome guest
No mask-up makeup, but this is how he liked her best
She doesn't realise each laugh-line is a prize

And he'd say, "Hey, beautiful
I know just how to make you smile"
And he'd say, "Hey, beautiful
Won't you lend me your heart a little while?
I'll love it back to life
Hey, beautiful"

She looks at hands that have given such love
Reaches for skin-firming cream
She looks at hips that have given such life
Starts at the gym the next week
He'd say, "You're so precious to me, yeah
Wish you could see what I see"

And he'd say, "Hey, beautiful
I know just how to make you smile"
And he'd say, "Hey, beautiful
Won't you lend me your heart a little while?

When he'd say, "Hey, beautiful
I know just how to make you smile"
And he'd say, "Hey, beautiful
Won't you lend me your heart a little while?
I'll love it back to life
Hey, beautiful"
Hey, beautiful