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 hand,
                            The need for my care.
                             'Cause I'm a woman
                               Phenomenally.
                             Phenomenal woman,
                                 That's me. 
© 1996, 1997 deanna@kajen.com