Chapter Fifteen

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Phenomenal Women

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 to their knees.
Then they swarm around me, a hive of honey bees.
I say it's the fire in my eyes, and the flash if my teeth, the swung of my waist, and the joy in my feet.
I am a women phenomenally.
Phenomenal women, 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 the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile, the ride of my breasts, the grace of my style.
I'm a women 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 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.

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