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