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.