| 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) |