When her looks all go away

I hope I never hear her say

That she needs work

That she needs work

And 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

Their botox and expensive creams

But 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 her and I don't see the flaws

She's the same 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 grey hair, I know I won't care

I'll be sitting 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 tlil 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 grey 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 recognise 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 grey 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.