More handsome men wonder where my secret lies

I’m not all that fine nor a professional athlete’s size

But when I start to tell them, they think I’m telling lies

I say its the strength of my arms

The flex of my hips, the stride of my step, the color of my lips

I’m a black man, phenomenally

Phenomenal black man, that’s me

I walk into a room just as cool as can be

And every woman bats her lashes or gets weak at the knees

The they swarm around like a hie of honey bees

I say its the depth of my eyes and the flash of my teeth

This thing by waist that hang down towards my feet

I’m a black man, phenomenally

Phenomenal black man, that’s me

Women themselves have wondered what they see in me

They try so hard but can’t touch what’s hidden within me

When I try to show them, they still can’t see

I say its the roll of my back that’s sure to make you smile

The air in my chest, my stunning sense of style

I’m a black man, phenomenally

Phenomenal black man, that’s me

Now you understand just why my head’s not bowed

I don’t shout and carry on or have to talk real loud

When you see me passing, it ought to make you proud

I say its the way my skin feels, the cut of my hair

The touch of my hand and the need for my care

Because I’m a black man, phenomenally

Phenomenal black man, that’s me