Phenomenal Woman Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm

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