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| Phenomenal Woman |
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to fit a fashion models' size
But when I start to tell them why they think I'm telling lies.
I say, ti's the reach of my arms, the span of my hips,
the stride in 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 they fall down to their knees
then they swarm around me like a hive of honey bees.
I say, it's the fire in my eyes, the flash of my teeth,
the swing in my waist, 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 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 woman, phenomenally, phenomenal woman, that's me.
Now you understand just why my head's not bowed.
I don't have to shout or jump about or talk real loud.
When you see me passing, it should make you proud.
I say, it's the click of my heels, the bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand, the need for my care.
I'm a woman, phenomenally, phenomenal woman, that's me.
-- Maya Angelou |
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