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 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 glamor
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
