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
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
You're beautiful
And your mind is ****ing beautiful
And I can't pretend that
That doesn't mean a thing to me, to me
You're beautiful
Good Lord, you're ****ing beautiful
And I can't pretend that
That doesn't mean a thing to me, to me
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, you're beautiful
And your mind is ****ing beautiful
And I can't pretend that
That doesn't mean a thing to me, to me
Yes, you're beautiful
And Lord, you're ****ing beautiful
And I can't pretend that
That doesn't mean a thing to me, to me
You're beautiful
You know that you're beautiful
You're beautiful
"Wouldn't you know, the single kinda lives up to its name. For the first verse or so, you wouldn't know it was a Carey track, though: It begins with a simple, twangy guitar lick that sounds like something Steve Cropper might have dreamed up for Carla Thomas back in the day, and Miguel is the main voice until the minute-thirty mark. After that, though, Carey sounds like her own personal girl group.
In fact, it's that Stax/Motown throwback sound that makes #Beautiful such a winner. It's a return to form for Carey, but in a completely unexpected way."
PopCrush:
"The song is stripped down pop — there’s no heavy duty production, no vocal editing, no post-recorded sheen. The vocals, melodies and harmonies shine, as well they should, seeing as one of the best singers to ever live and one of the best singers in the current game are teaming up... Carey is back to her best form: Radio-ready pop that still has the R&B flavor she enjoys dipping into so much (and sometimes too much, based on sales). With its combination of edgy lyrics and a traditional sound, ‘Beautiful’ is just that: Beautiful.
New York Magazine:
"Song of Summer 2013: Mariah Carey and Miguel Would Like Your Attention. Well, this is a game-changer: Not only is Miguel and Mariah Carey's duet very good — in both a vintage Mariah and a legitimately summery sort of way — but it has an actual hashtag in the title. (Yes, Will.I.Am did it first, but did you really care?) True fact: The only thing cooler than mysterious French guys in shiny helmets is enjoyable music with built-in Twitter jokes. So here is "#Beautiful," your newest Song of Summer contender and the reason your aunt will be calling in three weeks to ask about hashtags.
LA Times:
This morning I woke up way too early, checked my Twitter and read music critic Maura Johnston confidently declare that Mariah Carey had just released the "song of the summer.” I groaned, rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, filled with a combination of skepticism and dread.
After all, the evidence had already piled up against it: The song contains a hashtag, is called “#Beautiful,” and features one of the most overused words in the English language. Silly, trendy and typical, I snobbishly judged -- before hearing even a lick of it.
While making coffee a few hours later, the computer stared, headphones laying wait. Would she actually use the word “hashtag” in the lyrics? Would it be about, God forbid, Tweet love? Why would Miguel, one of the best young R&B singers on the scene right now, participate in such nonsense?
Mariah and Miguel have now answered, and I’m struggling to adjust Monday to the reality that “#Beautiful” just may be said jam of the summer. Despite the hashtag, and the wariness, “#Beautiful” is as close to a perfect pop song as has been released in 2013. Produced by Miguel and Carey, the track is gritty and vital, filled with a crawling, dirty bass line, a seductive, immediately embeddable guitar melody and just enough tambourine to get the engine running.
From the first line, delivered by Miguel, the track takes to the road: “Hop on the back of my bike, let the wind run through your hair,” he sings. Miguel, the San Pedro-born breakout whose “Kaleidoscope Dream” was one of the best albums of 2012, rides away, his girl on his bike, with the charisma of a superstar.
They cruise through the night, Miguel crooning about her beauty while he advises her to "let the moonlight kiss your skin." You can almost see a lunar glimmer on the Pacific as they cruise down PCH.
Then, finally, Carey responds.
“I like when you run red lights, don’t stop till you thrill me,” she sings to the dismay of mothers and traffic cops the world over. She doesn’t even arrive into her own song until it’s a third of the way through, ceding to Miguel’s glorious tone with the confidence of someone who knows she can lift her verse to equal whatever comes her way. When she does, she does so with a seemingly effortless glow.
Ceding control to Miguel, she giggles. "Take me anywhere."
The song ends at the exact moment it should. No fat: 3 minutes 22 seconds, closing with a rush of layered voices that drift through the ears like a breeze, fading away as though Miguel and Carey have just squeezed the throttle and left the rest of us behind."
Popdust
Mariah Carey and Miguel May Have Just Released the Song of the Summer
If we were controlling the radio, Mariah Carey and Miguel‘s new song “#Beautiful” would be blasting through the airwaves every hour from now until September. It’s the perfect summer jam: lightweight and breezy, sweet and sexy, all at once. There are some super-quotable lines (particularly Mariah’s intro, “I like it / when you run red lights”) and high notes the show-offs in your group will spend all of July trying to tackle. We love Mariah and we love Miguel, so we’re not exactly surprised; instead, we’re filled with that feeling of contented satisfaction that comes when your high expectations are met just so.
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