| Pretty charms, pretty little charms |
| See how they sparkle in the sun |
| Ding dong ding listen to them ring |
| They seem to be telling everyone |
| That you’re my-y baby |
| With a twist of your wrist it can be told |
| You’re my-y baby |
| There it is, in fourteen ca-a-a-ra-a-at golden |
| Pretty charms, pretty little charms |
| Starting from the day we met |
| The Sweet Sixteen, the moments in between |
| That New Year’s Eve we won’t forget |
| So if some guy should ask you |
| If some night you’re free |
| Wave him away with a wave of your arms |
| Do as I say, just blind 'em with your charms |
| And show him you belong to me |
| So if some guy should ask you |
| If some night you’re free |
| Wave him away with a wave of your arms |
| Do what I say, just blind 'em with your charms |
| And show him you belong to me |
| (Pretty charms, pretty little charms) |
| (Pretty charms, pretty little charms) |
| (Pretty charms, pretty little charms) |