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.