Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
  I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion 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.
 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.

  Please send this to five phenomenal women today.