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 mesmerise 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 could polish up the winders

then presto-chango

suddenly

the sun comes shining through

and what does mr sunshine say to you

how-do-ya-do

it makes you blink

to stop and think

a woman and a whisk broom

can accomplish so darn much

so never underestimate a woman's touch

a woman's touch can quickly fill

the empty flower boxes on a winder 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 a 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-o-mighty

all at once

the cabin that we knew

becomes a shiny 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 underestimate a woman's touch