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 of my care, ‘Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.
When God sat down to make a woman He gave her empathy love and compassion, By the time he finished with her He had no more left for the man.
He gave her the ability to be a mother And nurture and take care of others. Slowly, on reflecting, it dawned on her She was being treated like a piece of furniture.
At first she resigned to her fate Bore the indifference of her progeny and mate. Slowly she realised she didn’t have to be a victim, And didn’t have to be at the mercy or everyone’s whims.
She knew it was not going to be an easy battle to be won, Yet she took on everyone. She began to firmly express her views And waited to get her due.
At first it didn’t go down well with anyone, They wondered if she had been possessed by a demon. Men were not amused, In fact they were confused.
We give her food, clothes and roof over her head, But the woman had empowered herself to earn her own bread, Car, house and thus managed to redeem, With her hard work her self esteem.
She had made a tough choice, And finally had a voice Men tried very hard to keep her in her place And made sure she got no space.
They were not at par, This is a question I have to ask the Lord. So there was a war, Did man pay a ransom to God?
No matter what a woman achieves, She rarely receives The acknowledgement which she deserves. Yet she is able to preserve
Her sanity and peace. And learn to live with dis-ease, Then her inner voice whispered to her, Don’t resign just pamper
His ego, and give him the credit For all the merit. Watch how his chest swells with pride And he might be on your side.
Men actually never grow up, So from time to time pump Them up with a hug and a fancy meal. It will make them feel
Like a king while you smile. It’s not all that difficult to use a little guile. Silly women you haven’t gone about it the right way, Use your soft, cunning, clever, gentle voice and say
I am so proud to be wearing this wedding band. Chances are he will be eating out of your hand. You only stand to gain Even if you feign.
So go ahead and do your own thing, Let him feel you owe him your sense of well being. Women’s liberation never went down well with men So don’t chant what women want while you are in your den While you laze around sipping your wine Don’t be surprised if he sheepishly asks, ‘will you like to go out to dine? ‘
God you made us smart Right from the start. It took us a long time to realise And become cool, calm and wise, To use enlightened manipulation With a subtle passion While having our own way So that he may Feel we were just following his command, And there was no reason to feel alarmed.
If he says he wants to bond with his male friends, Smile and say go I have lots of errands There is no point to sulk and wait, Till he returns and opens the gate.
Use this time to make sure You have a good time even if you just go for a pedicure. Indulge in your famous past times While sipping soda and lime.
Chances are when you have both had your space, You won’t have to face Cold vibes and bad temper, This will only hamper
You from a good night sleep, While you helplessly weep While he sleeps and snores by your side, And you swallow your pride.
Women love yourselves, and put youselves first But please you must Not voice it at all This way I promise you will have a ball.