You are not invited
to the party that is my body.
The house keys pointing through my knuckles have ripped through that invitation, it doesn't exist.

You are not welcome
inside my front door, over the threshold of my palace.
The light of the screen as my thumb hovers over the last 9 of the only phone number I can remember is your indicator that you are just not my type.

Do not bring your testosterone fueled ego, or your uncharming paws or your self righteousness to my party.

You are never going to be on my guest list.

Sit there and stare me down.
In your little world tear me to shreds.
I will be sitting here,
At two o'clock every Friday
So pull up a chair, make yourself at home,
My home, that will remain mine.
You will not win this time.

All that is left here are ruins and remnants of a once full nest.
Disguised in tightly wounded twigs,
and soft specks of moss,

But the nest was too full, it had always been too full.
Fly away.

Ah yes,
Take the anxiety and the panic
that has diseased my body.

Then bring it to your cold heart,
craft it into a fine, elaborate sword,

And finally,
Proceed to stab me in the back with the demons I thought you helped me fight off.

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 *******,
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.