My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,
Coral is far more red than her lips red.
If snow be white why then her breasts are dun
If hairs be wires black wires grown on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight,
Than in the breath that from my Mistress reeks,
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
Than music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My Mistress when she walkes treads on the ground,
And yet by heaven I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
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 the 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 my 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.