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 its the reach of my arms, the span of my hips, the stride in my step and 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 they fall down to their knees. Then they swarm around me like a hive of honeybees... I say its the fire in my eyes, 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 still can't see... I say its the arch in my back, the sun in my eyes, the rise of my breast and 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 have to shout or jump about or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing, it outta make you proud... I say its the click of my heels, the bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, the need for my care... I'm a woman, phenomenally...Phenomenal Woman, that's me.