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Pretty women wonder where my secrets 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. Phenomenenal 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 the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman, Phenomenal woman, That's me. |
