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 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 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 till 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