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.