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In the morning when she gets up
She has the same ritual
She makes herself beautiful and I continue to sleep
While I actually want to shout
Beautiful, she is more beautiful than beautiful
She is who she is
She is beautiful and beautiful
Beautiful, much more beautiful than ever
I don't say it often
But she just is< br/>She rushes through the afternoon
She's late everywhere
She even forgets to kiss me
When she leaves the house in a hurry
We're having dinner tonight
I may be wrong
I notice that she remains herself
When a waiter is too nice to her
And when we go home
I help her her coat
And in the meantime I sing
How beautiful she was tonight
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But she isn't having her day
And she's cursing
Because she feels gets annoyed with you
Even if she's swearing
Being moody
Even then I think
God, what a woman
God, what a woman