I know your name well.
Like It's embedded in my brain.
I know your name well.
It is a bit complicated to explain
I know your name well
I believe it keeps me sane.
I know your name well.
You are the essence of love.
A lovely presence from above.
I could address you by name
but I'd rather call you Beautiful.

I call you beautiful.
Yeah, that's right.
Id rather call you beautiful.  
It seems so suitable for you.
The way you do what you do.
That's why I call you beautiful.

I know your name well.
It feels so unusual.
Like I met you
In a past life but
I could be delusional.
I know your name well.
If what I feel is mutual
then I am meant
to be with you
In physical and spiritual.
I know your name well.
Baby can't you tell?
I'm a nervous ****** wreck
but when I'm around you.
I come out of my shell
and off my minds carousel.
To bask in your presence
and hope that we
don't say farewell.  
God, I know your name well
but I'd rather call you beautiful.

I call you beautiful.
Yeah, that's right.
Id rather call you beautiful.  
It seems so suitable for you.
The way you do what you do.
That's why I call you beautiful.

Sometimes I think
That I might love you.
Maybe it's because
I can see through you
the way that you
can see through me.
Your beauty
is not only skin deep
but it's also on the bone.
So when beauty fades away
I am left with what
made me feel
at home.

That is why
I call you beautiful.