You are strong, you’re powerful – we the weaker sex,
Yet we have something that you would like to have,
What’s worth your strength – your fist and strong arm,
We, women – though weaker, have one weapon against you:

Sex appeal, it’s our women’s weapon,
Sex appeal, it’s something that excites you,
Grace, style, charm, chic,
That’s what we are winning you with in a jiffy, ohhhh…
One our sign, and you don’t know yourself,
What’s going on with you, and you sigh for hours,
Eh, oh, uch, ah,
And you suffer that one shudders to think.

One smile, one face,
Each of you, the hardest boulder,
Is straight away polite and warm towards each of us.
The weaker sex, yet the strongest one,
The weaker sex, yet the most powerful,
Grace, chic, charm, style
Our weapon is sex appeal.

This one has a car, that one has got diamonds, that a lot of fur coats
The other one string of pearls, and me a pair of legs
And on the face two dimples, beautiful eyes, beautiful eyebrows…
That’s more important than the riches
As that’s in what resides:
Sex appeal, sex appeal,
Grace, style, charm, chic,
oooo...
Sex appeal, sex appeal,
aboo, anooo, anoooo, abooobapaparapapapabo...
Sex appeal, sex appeal,
Grace, style, charm, chic,
Our weapon is sex appeal!