Dear Lord, when I get to heaven
Please let me bring my man
When he comes tell me that you'll let him
Father tell me that you can
Oh that grace, oh that body
Oh that face makes me wanna party
He's my sun, he makes shine like diamonds
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?