Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion 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.