Many people wonder where my secret lies,
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model size.
When I try to show 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 Woman,
Phenominally .
I walk in a room just as cool as you please,
And to a man the fellows stand,
or fall down on their knees.
And then they swarm around me; a hive of honey bees.
I say,
oh it's the fire in my eyes,
the flash of my teeth,
the swing in my waist,
the joy in my feet.
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 oh, it's in the arch of my back.
And now you understand just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about,
or have to talk too loud.
When you see me walking out 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 hands.
The need for my care,
because I'm a woman.
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal Woman.
That's my mother,
and all your mothers.
And then my grandmothers.
And all your grandmothers.
And my great grandmothers,
And all your great grandmothers.
And my great great great,
And all your great great...
And all you women here,
And me.
