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by Maya Angelou

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 in 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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