W.E.T



A NOTE FROM THE DESIGNER


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 stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
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 for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

"Phenomenal Woman" by Maya Angelou