It's in the reach of your arms
The span of your hips,
The stride of your step,
The curl of your lips.
You are a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's you.
You walk into a room
Just as cool as I please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around you,
A hive of honey bees.
You say,
It's the fire in your eyes,
And the flash of your teeth,
The swing in your waist,
And the joy in your feet.
You are a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's you.
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Men themselves have wondered
What they see in you.
They try so much
But they can't touch
Your inner mystery.
When you try to show them
They say they still can't see.
You say,
It's in the arch of your back,
The sun of your smile,
The ride of your breasts,
The grace of your style.
You are a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now I understand
Just why your head's not bowed.
You don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When I see you passing
It ought to make me proud.
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You say,
It's in the click of your heels,
The bend of your hair,
the palm of your hand,
The need of your care,
'Cause you are a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's you.
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