Ruthie Foster Follow

Pretty women wonder
just where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit
or fashion-model size.

When I start to tell them,
they think I'm tellin' lies.
I say, "It's in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride to my steps,
The curl of my lips."

CHORUS:
I'm a woman –
Phenomenal woman.
I'm a woman.
Baby, that's me.

I walk into a room
just as cool as you please
and to a man they will stand
and fall down on their knees.

When they swarm around me
like a hive of honey bees,
I say, "It's in the fire in my eyes,
The flash of my teeth,
The swing of my waist,
The joy in my feet."

It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.

INSTRUMENTAL

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 passin',
it oughta make you proud.

I say, "It's in click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need for my care."

'Cause I'm a woman –
Phenomenal woman.
I'm a woman.
Baby, that's me!