give my respect to maya angelou for inspiration

Pretty women wonder where her secret lies.
she's not cute or built to suit a fashion a model's stature
But when she starts to tell them,
They think she's telling tales
she say
It's in the reach of her arms
The span of her hips,
The stride of her step,
The curl of her lips.
she is a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's her.

she walks into a room
Just as cool as she pleases
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around her
A hive of honey bees.
she say,
It's the fire in her eyes,
And the shines of her teeth,
The swing in her waist,
And the joy on her feet.
she is a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's her.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in her.
They try so much
But they can't touch
her inner mystery.
When she tries to show them
They say they still can't see.
she say,
It's in the spine of her back,
The sun of her smile,
The ride of her breasts,
The grace of her style.
she is a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's her.

Now you understand
Just why her head's not bowed.
she don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see her passing
It ought to make you proud.
she say,
It's in the click of her heels,
The waves of her hair,
the palm of her hand,
The need of her care,
she is  a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's her.