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. PHENOMENTAL 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.
