Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fasion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
it is in the reach of my arms
the span of my hips,
the stride of my step.
I am a woman
Phenomenally
Phenominal 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 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 is not bowed
I do not 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
phenomenalwoman,
That's me.