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 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.