Phenominal Woman.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit fashion model's size
But when i start to tell them,
they think I'm telling lies.
I say,
I'ts 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.
Phenominally.
Phenominal woman, that's me.
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