PHENOMENAL WOMAN 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
steps, 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 of 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.