A Woman's Touch

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