[ Featuring Monica Martin ]
Love is a beautiful thing
Hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands
Love is a beautiful thing
Unless it's you loving another man
And I can't stand to see you hugging
Kissing, laughing, holding hands
If it's not me you see
How could that be a thing of beauty?
Oh no
Love is a beautiful thing
Birds are singing songs down from the trees
Love is a beautiful thing
The breeze is blowing, rustling Autumn leaves
But if those leaves are rustling
Underneath somebody else's feet
If it's not me you see then
How could that be a thing of beauty?
I find comfort in the leaving
Over time I'll come to see someday
How love could be that way
Love is a beautiful thing
Winter's rage has often leaned to spring
Love is a beautiful
And on your hand I see that there's a ring
And I would understand if I had put that ring upon your hand
But it was not me, it seems
How could that be a thing of beauty?
Oh no
How could that be a thing of beauty?
