jaybird
10-23-2002, 12:25 PM
PHENOMENAL WOMAN
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 of 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.
--Maya Angelou
We're all phenomenal.
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 of 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.
--Maya Angelou
We're all phenomenal.