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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 steps, 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.   
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