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Pretty women wonder |
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Where my secret lies |
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I'm not cute or built to suit |
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A fashion model's size |
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But when I try to tell them |
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They think |
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I'm telling lies |
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I say it's the reach of my arms |
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The span of my hips |
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The stride of my steps |
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The curl of my lips |
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I'm a woman |
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Phenomenal woman |
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Yes, indeed' |
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Cause I'm a woman |
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Phenomenal woman |
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Baby, that's me |
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I walk into a room |
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Just as cool as you please |
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And, to a man, the fellows stand |
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Or fall down on their knees |
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Then they swarm around me |
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Like a hive of honeybees |
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I say it's the fire in my eyes |
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The flash of my teeth |
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The swing of my waist |
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The joy in my feet |
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I'm a woman |
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Phenomenal woman |
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Yes, indeed' |
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Cause I'm a woman |
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Phenomenal woman |
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Baby, that's me |
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It's in the arch of my back |
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The sun of my smile |
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The ride of my breasts |
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The grace of my style |
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Now you understand |
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Just why my head's not bowed |
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I don't shout or jump about |
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Or have to talk real loud |
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When you see me passing |
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It ought to make you proud |
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I say it's in the click of my heels |
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The bend of my hair |
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The palm of my hand |
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The need for my care |
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I'm a woman |
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Phenomenal woman |
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Yes, indeed' |
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Cause I'm a woman |
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Phenomenal woman |
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Baby, that's me |
