08/03/2026
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๐ต๐ฆ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐๐ข
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
Iโm not cute or built to suit a fashion modelโs size
But when I start to tell them,
They think Iโm telling lies.
I say,
Itโs in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
Iโm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
Thatโs 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,
Itโs the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
Iโm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
Thatโs me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they canโt touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still canโt see.
I say,
Itโs in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
Iโm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
Thatโs me.
Now you understand
Just why my headโs not bowed.
I donโt shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
Itโs in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
โCause Iโm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
Thatโs me.
