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.
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.
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,
The
bend of my hair,
the
palm of my hand,
The
need of my care,
'Cause
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That's
me.
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