Ah, ah, you're beautiful
(Yeah) Ohh
Ah, ah, you're beautiful

Hop on the back of my bike
Let the good wind blow through your hair
With an ass like that and a smile so bright
Oh, you're killing me, you know it ain't fair, yeah
Ride on through the middle of the night
Let the moonlight kiss your skin
When you dance like that, your jeans so tight
Oh, you're killing me, baby do it again, yeah

You're beautiful and your mind is fucking beautiful
And I can't pretend that that doesn't mean a thing to me, to me, yeah
You're beautiful, good Lord, you're fucking beautiful
And I can't pretend that that doesn't mean a thing to me, to me, yeah, yeah

I like when you run red lights
Don't stop 'til you thrill me, oh how you thrill me
Always in control, how you do it, I don't know
But I don't care, take me anywhere
'Cause it's beautiful, ooh you make me feel undressable
And I can't pretend that doesn't mean a thing to me, to me, oh yeah

You're beautiful and your mind is fucking beautiful
And I can't pretend that that doesn't mean a thing to me, to me, yeah
You're beautiful, good Lord, you're fucking beautiful (oh-oh-oh-oh, so beautiful)
And I can't pretend that that doesn't mean a thing to me, to me, yeah, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh, (ah, ah, you're beautiful)
(Yeah, yeah) Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Ah, ah, you're beautiful) You don't know what you're doing, darling
Oh, oh, oh, oh (ohh)
(Ah, ah, you're beautiful) Hop on back my bike darling
Oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, I'll take you)
(Ah, ah, you're beautiful) Hey

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-ooh (don't you worry darling)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-ooh (ah, ah, you're beautiful)
Whoa, ooh-ooh, whoa, ooh-ooh (ah, ah, you're beautiful)

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Brian Warfield, Brook Davis, Mac Robinson, Mariah Carey, Miguel Pimentel, Nathan Perez