Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not nute or built to suit a fashion models size.
But when i start to tell the, they think i'm telling lies.
I say, its in the reach of my arms,
the span of my hips
the stride of my steip
the curl of my lips.
I'm a woman. Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, thats 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 its 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, thats me.
Men themselves have wondered what they see in me.
They try so much but they say they still can't see me.
I say, its 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, thats me.
Now you understand just why my head's not bowed.
I dont shout or jump about or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing, it ought to make you proud.
I say, its in the click of my heels,
the bend of my hair, the palm of my hand,
the heed for my care. Cause I'm a woman. Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman, that's me.
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