I'm here to meet guys from 33 to 40 years old for friendship.
Grace, she takes the blame, she covers the shame, removes the stain, it could be her name. Grace, it's a name for a girl. It's also a thought that changed the world. And when she walks on the street, you can hear the strings.
Grace finds goodness in everything.
Grace, she's got the walk, not on a ramp or on chalk, she's got the time to talk. When she goes to work, you can hear the strings.
Grace finds beauty in everything.
Grace, she carries a world on her hips, no champagne flute for her lips, no twirls or skips between her fingertips. She carries a pearl in perfect condition. What once was hurt, what once was friction, what left a mark, no longer strings.
Because Grace makes beauty out of ugly things!
Any man of mine better be proud of me even when I am ugly, he still better love me. And anything I do or say better be okay when I have a bad hair day.
Any man of mine better walk the line, better show me a teasing squeezing pleasing kinda time. I need a man who knows, how the story goes. He's gotta be a heartbeating fine treating breath taking earthquaking kind...
If you wanna be a man of mine, that's right.