You wake up, and you're beautiful.
Your everything is lovely.
Your eyes are the same eyes that you had yesterday.
So you know who you once were,
and you recognize the miracle.
Today you're beautiful.
You're walking by the local dive,
and everyone asks who you are.
Motor cars go racing by,
glancing in their rear-view mirrors.
Do you know who you once were?
Do you believe in miracles?
Today you're beautiful.
Your slender body nearly flies.
Each step you take is cinematic.
Other women wonder why they have been cursed.
Why are they so pathetic?
Do you know who you once were?
Do you believe in miracles?
Today you're beautiful.
Today you're who you are.
Today you're beautiful.
Today you're who you are.
Today you're beautiful.