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 for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.