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?
 Love is a beautiful thing
 Birds are singin' songs down from the trees
 Love is a beautiful thing
 The breeze is blowin', rustlin' autumn leaves
 But if those leaves are rustlin'
 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 believin'
 Over time I'll come to see someday
 How love could be that way
 Love is a beautiful thing
 Winter's rage has softened into spring
 Love is a beautiful thing
 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 you see
 So how could that be a thing of beauty?
 How could that be a thing of beauty?