Free-roaming evening last night. Went to the grocery store so there would be milk and coffee for my morning latte. Passing on the sidewalk, got caught in a vortex and pulled into Barnes & Noble. Looked through the P.G. Wodehouse, hoping to introduce Nickie to his delicious humor, but they didn't have the one I wanted; Jeeves was present in abundance, but I was after a bottle of Buck-U-Uppo and some naughty cats climbing through a window.
Wandering in the maze of shelves, I turned a corner and was suddenly in the poetry section. There, I met a woman named Maya Angelou; and in her eyes I caught a glimpse of the woman of my dreams.
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 to 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.
