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
                 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.