I am Me, and That's More Than You'll Ever Be.
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.
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.
Don’t you see,
Now can’t you tell?
The reason I need
Not shout nor yell,
Don’t prance about or
Paint my face,
Do not need to bother
With frills or lace
This is me, who I am within,
And I know you see it
In the gleam of my grin.
I am a woman
So proud as can be,
Not hindered nor stinging
From what you’d rather see.
I am myself, and nobody else
Scars and flaws worn
As magnificently
As your dangling pearls
And sparkling sleeves.
So do you not see now
Why my chin’s held up high?
Why you can speak your words
But never will watch me cry?
I am more than a woman
And more than a pawn;
I am myself, most gloriously
The woman who smiles,
A woman most pleased.
I don’t need your vision
Of beauty, of who to be,
All I need is the sun
On my back
And my cares,
with the breeze.
For I am myself,
And that’s so much more
Than you’ll ever be.
Now can’t you tell?
The reason I need
Not shout nor yell,
Don’t prance about or
Paint my face,
Do not need to bother
With frills or lace
This is me, who I am within,
And I know you see it
In the gleam of my grin.
I am a woman
So proud as can be,
Not hindered nor stinging
From what you’d rather see.
I am myself, and nobody else
Scars and flaws worn
As magnificently
As your dangling pearls
And sparkling sleeves.
So do you not see now
Why my chin’s held up high?
Why you can speak your words
But never will watch me cry?
I am more than a woman
And more than a pawn;
I am myself, most gloriously
The woman who smiles,
A woman most pleased.
I don’t need your vision
Of beauty, of who to be,
All I need is the sun
On my back
And my cares,
with the breeze.
For I am myself,
And that’s so much more
Than you’ll ever be.