Extraordinary Woman

Stunning Woman wonder where is my secret.

I'm not pretty or made to match the size of a fashion model, so they think I'm telling lies when I start telling them.

I tell, it's in my arms ' length, my hips ' stretch, my turn's turn, my lips ' curl.

I'm an Extraordinary Woman.

Extraordinary Woman, that's me. I'm going into a room just as good as you want, and to a man, the fellows are standing or falling on their knees.

Then they swarm around me, A bee hive.

I say, The fire is in my eyes, and the flash of my teeth, and the swing of my waist, and the joy of my feet;

I'm an Extraordinary Woman.

People have asked within themselves what they see in me.

They seek too much, but my inner mystery can not be touched.

They insist they still can't see when I try to show them.

I tell, It's in my back's arch, My smile's light, My breast's run, My style's grace.

I'm an Extraordinary Woman.

This is me, a magnificent woman. Now you understand why my head is not bowed.

I don't have to yell or run or talk loudly.

This will make you proud when you see me walking by.

I tell, it's in my heels ' click, my hair's bend, my hand's palm, my care's needed.

'Cause I'm a woman.

Extraordinary lady, I am that.