Phenomenal Woman
Phenomenal Wom
Phenomenal Woman
Phenomenal Wom
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 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.
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 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.
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 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.
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