Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.



I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size



But when I start to tell them,



They think I’m telling lies.



I say,



It’s in the reach of my arms,



The span of my hips,



The stride of my step,



The curl of my lips.



I’m a woman



Phenomenally.



Phenomenal woman,



That’s me.







I walk into a room



Just as cool as you please,



And to a man,



The fellows stand or



Fall down on their knees.



Then they swarm around me,



A hive of honey bees.



I say,



It’s the fire in my eyes,



And the flash of my teeth,



The swing in my waist,



And the joy in my feet.



I’m a woman



Phenomenally.







Phenomenal woman,



That’s me.







Men themselves have wondered



What they see in me.



They try so much



But they can’t touch



My inner mystery.



When I try to show them,



They say they still can’t see.



I say,



It’s in the arch of my back,



The sun of my smile,



The ride of my breasts,



The grace of my style.



I’m a woman



Phenomenally.



Phenomenal woman,



That’s me.







Now you understand



Just why my head’s not bowed.



I don’t shout or jump about



Or have to talk real loud.



When you see me passing,



It ought to make you proud.



I say,



It’s in the click of my heels,



The bend of my hair,



the palm of my hand,



The need for my care.



’Cause I’m a woman



Phenomenally.



Phenomenal woman,



That’s me.





