| Pretty women wonder
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| Where my secret lies
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| I’m not cute or built to suit
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| A fashion model’s size
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| But when I try to tell them
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| They think I’m telling lies
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| I say —
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| It’s the reach of my arms
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| The span of my hips
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| The stride of my steps
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| The curl of my lips
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| I’m a woman
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| Phenomenal woman
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| Yes, indeed
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| 'Cause I’m a woman
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| Phenomenal woman
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| Baby, that’s me
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| I walk into a room
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| Just as cool as you please
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| And, to a man, the fellows stand
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| Or fall down on their knees
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| Then they swarm around me
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| Like a hive of honeybees
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| I say —
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| It’s the fire in my eyes
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| The flash of my teeth
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| The swing of my waist
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| The joy in my feet
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| I’m a woman
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| Phenomenal woman
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| Yes, indeed
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| 'Cause I’m a woman
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| Phenomenal woman
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| Baby, that’s me
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| It’s in the arch of my back
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| The sun of my smile
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| The ride of my breasts
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| The grace of my style
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| Now you understand
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| Just why my head’s not bowed
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| I don’t shout or jump about
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| Or have to talk real loud
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| When you see me passing
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| It ought to make you proud
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| I say —
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| It’s in the click of my heels
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| The bend of my hair
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| The palm of my hand
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| The need for my care
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| I’m a woman
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| Phenomenal woman
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| Yes, indeed
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| 'Cause I’m a woman
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| Phenomenal woman
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| Baby, that’s me |