When I dream, it is in Blue and White, and I hear Z-Phi's.
But when I start to tell them, they think I am telling lies.
I say:
It's in the sincerity of my words,
The wit springing from my lips,
The confidence in my step,
The dedication I convey to Scholarship.
I am a woman phenomenally.
Phenomenal Woman.
That's me.
I walk into a room just as cool as you please.
And to a man, well, the Sigmas stand.
While all the other Greeks fall to their knees.
They swarm around me, a hive to a honey bee.
I say:
It's the truth in my eyes,
And the proud stride in my hips,
The kindness in my heart,
And the commitment to Service.
I am a woman phenomenally.
Phenomenal Woman.
That's me.
Greeks 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 gleam of my smile,
The grace given to me from above,
The beauty of my modesty,
The inner need to give and recieve Sisterly Love.
I am a woman phenomenally.
Phenomenal Woman.
That's me.
Now you understand just why my head's still bowed.
I don't shout or jump about,
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me dreaming of Z Phi B, it ought to make you proud.
I say:
It's in the Blue in my heart,
The way I hold the principles I should,
The uniqueness of my thoughts,
The evidence of Finer Womanhood.
'Cause I am a woman.
Phenomenally.
Why else would I be a member of Z Phi B?
