Dear lord, when I get to heaven Please let me bring my man. When he comes, tell me that you'll let me, Father, tell me if you can.
Oh that grace, oh that body. Oh that face makes me wanna party. He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds.
Will you still love me When I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me When I 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? Will you still love me When I'm no longer beautiful? Will you still love me When I'm not young and beautiful?