Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size Â
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, Â
The stride of my step, Â
The curl of my lips. Â
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman, Â
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please, Â
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees. Â
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees. Â
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes, Â
And the flash of my teeth, Â
The swing in my waist, Â
And the joy in my feet. Â
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered Â
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them, Â
They say they still can’t see. Â
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back, Â
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. Â
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud. Â
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels, Â
The bend of my hair, Â
the palm of my hand, Â
The need for my care. Â
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.