Jule Styne-Bob Merrill



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 my query comes back:

"Dearie, his love makes you beautiful, 

So beautiful, so beautiful

And woman loved is woman glorified!"

I'll make a beautiful, beautiful, 

Beautiful, beautiful bride! 



Oh, his love makes me beautiful, 

So beautiful, so beautiful

I ask my looking glass

What is it makes me so exquisite? 

The answer to my query comes back:

"Dearie, his love makes you beautiful

So beautiful (beautiful)

So beautiful (beautiful)

And woman loved is woman glorified!"

I'll make a beautiful, beautiful, 

Beautiful, beautiful bride! 



Oh, woman loved is glorified

I'm gonna make a beautiful bride.



(Spoken)

-Gee, ain't she got some beautiful, beautiful skinny legs? Got a beautiful face 

and hair-Hair?

-I mean my wig, it's pretty.

-Oh, oh-And know why? Cause it makes me feel beautiful. "Mirror, mirror on the 

wall, who's the fairest of them all?" Me.

-What?

-I know it. Cause I'm beautiful.

-Well, maybe she is beautiful, cause she thinks she is.

-Really, beautiful.



I'll make a beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful, beautiful bride.