"Phenomenal Women"

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