Beauty Wears a Wig

Beauty wears a wig and breathes in Sunday morning
And plants her roses in the April light
she can hear the kids in the back yard runnin’
they finally got that brand new kite into the sky
She watches as it flies

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Beauty takes in everyday
not a moment gets away
She’s living for a chance.... and learning how to dance
Beauty’s strong and beauty fights
Beauty laughs and loves and cries
soaking up the sun... never giving up

round and round she goes.. as her husband takes a picture
while she holds her daughter on the carousel...
waving as they pass, he smiles each time he sees her
then wipes a tear away he just can't help himself
as she comes around again

chorus
Beauty takes in everyday
not a moment gets away
She’s living for a chance.... and learning how to dance
Beauty’s strong and beauty fights
Beauty laughs and loves and cries
soaking up the sun... never giving up


Beauty takes a walk underneath the starlight...
and breathes another breath of this sweet life
and whispers up to God "I'll see you here tomorrow "
then she stares a little longer at the sky...
feels the wind.... on her skin....
beauty wears a wig