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 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