Phenomenal

Pretty women are curious about my secret.
They believe me to be lying lies when I tell them that I'm neither cute or constructed to fit the proportions of a fashion model.
I declare that it is within my arm's reach.
my hip-width, my step-length, and the curvature of my lips.
I'm a female.
Phenomenally.
I'm a phenomenal woman.

I enter a space
To a guy, the men stand or fall to their knees, just as cool as you like.
Then a hive of honey bees swarms around me.
I assert that the spark in my eyes, the gleam in my teeth, the sway in my waist, and the ecstasy in my feet are the cause.
I'm a female.
Phenomenally.
I'm a phenomenal woman.

Men have questioned what they perceive in other men.
They make a lot of effort, yet they fail to penetrate My inner secret.
They claim they can't see even after I try to demonstrate.
I claim that it's in my back's curve, my smile's radiance, my breasts' ride, and my mannerisms' grace.
I'm a woman.

Phenomenally.
amazing woman,
I am that.

Now that you know the reason, my head is not lowered.
I don't need to talk very loudly, shout, or bounce about.
You should be proud when you see me passing.
I assert that it is visible in my high heels, curly hair, palm of my hand, and the desire for my attention since I am a woman.
Phenomenally.
I'm a phenomenal woman.