When a girl would catch a fine lad,
She’ll need one weapon to disarm him:
She must charm him,
And then never take her glance off him.
She won’t need a ruffly gown
Nor velvet shoulders to get him.
Once she’s met him,
She just has to charm the pants off him.
Some girls have charm for all,
Some girls have charm for few,
But when a girl has charm for none,
There’s not very much that she can do.
And so I fear that I may be stuck
In this same dreary situation,
Passed up by every lad
Unless I find some charm
I didn’t know I had.
William Roy, “Charm” (music by Roy)