A Woman's Touch

A woman's touch, a woman's touch

The magic of Aladdin couldn't do as much

She's a wizard, she's a champ

And she doesn't need a lamp

A woman's touch can weave a spell

The kind of hocus pocus that she does so well

With the magic of a broom

She can mesmerize a room

With a whisk whisk here and a whisk whisk there

And a dustpan for the cinders

With a rub rub here and a rub rub there

She can polish up the winders

Then presto chango

Suddenly, the sun comes shining through

And what does Mr Sunshine say to you?

How d'you do?

It makes you blink, to stop and think

A woman and a whisk-broom

Can accomplish so darn much

So never under-estimate a woman's touch

A woman's touch can quickly fill

The empty flower boxes on a window sill

One smile from her and zoom

Little buds begin to bloom

A touch of paint, a magic nail

Can turn a kitchen chair into a Chippendale

Even make the lamp appear

Like a crystal chandelier

With a tack tack here and a tack tack there

And a hand around a hammer

With a mop mop here and a mop mop there

You can give a cabin glamour

Then gosh, almighty, all at once

The cabin that we knew

Becomes a shining castle built for two

Me and you

The pies and cakes a woman bakes

Can make a fella tell her

That he loves her very much

So never under-estimate a woman's touch