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Sunday, January 2, 2011

PHENOMENAL WOMEN

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 stripe of my step,
the curl of my lips. 
i'm a women
phenomenally.
phenomenal women,
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 women,
that's me.
men themselves have wondered 
what they see in me.
they try so much 
but they coun't touch
my inner mystery.

when i try to show them 
they say they can't see.
i say 
it's in the arch of my back, 
the sun of my smile,
the grace of my style.

i'm a woman
phenomenally.
phenomenal women,
that's me.

now you understand
just why ny head 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 pruod.
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 women
phenomenally.
phenomenal women,
that's me... 

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