“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 womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me. ”

“Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I'm telling lies.I say,It's in the reach of my armsThe span of my hips,The stride of my step,The curl of my lips.I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.”

“You don't know me. I'm not good enough for you. I'm not what you think."He chuckled. "Isn't that usually what the guy tells the girl?""I guess," I said, sucking in my cheeks and clicking my heels together. "But in this case, it's true.”

“I am a WomanPhenomenally.Phenomenal Woman,that's me.”

“I'm not a little woman you need to defend.' His face hardened. 'That's exactly what you are: you're my little woman and I'm not having you sacrifice yourself for me.”

“His hands are on my back, in my hair, on my hips. His fingers move like I'm Braille, like he's trying to read me just by touching me.”