I Am Woman

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.