Love Matters 2: Phenomenal Woman

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 of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman 

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman, 

That's me."

- Maya Angelou