Pretty women wonder where my secret lies, im not cute or built to suit a fashion models size, but when i start to tell them, they think i telling lies. I say, its in the reach of my arms, the span of my hips, the stride of my step, the curl of my lips. Im a woman phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, thats 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 swarn around me, a hive of honey bees. I say, its the fire in my eyes, and the flesh of my teeth, the swing in my waist, and the joy in my feet. Im a woman phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, thats me. Men themselves have wondered what they see in me. They try so much but they cant touch my inner mystery. When i try to show them, they say they still cant see. I say, its in the arch of my back, the sun of my smile, the ride of my breasts, the grace of my style. Im a woman phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, thats me. Now you understand just why my heads not bowed. I dont shout or jump about, or have to talk loud. When you see me passing, it ought to make you proud. I say, its in the click of my heels, the bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, the need for my care. cause im a woman phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, thats me.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 14:29:25 +0000
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