Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

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

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand

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

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have

What they see in me.

They try so

But they can't

My inner mystery.

When I try to show

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

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me

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 of my care,'Cause I'm a

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.