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.