Phenomenally Woman in a Sundress

I used to love Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou. For those of you who don't know it, here are the words:
Phenomenal Woman
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 breasts,
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.

Yesterday someone alerted me to Sundress by Coco Brown. Now I am in a limbo. Will it replace Phenomenal Woman. Just on the premise of having to be originally different, it should as there are millions who also like Phenomenal Woman. On the other hand ... cna you blame them? Everyone knows it is in the sway of my waste and the rise of my breasts. Yet how can you deny someone the pleasure of the Sundress when all they want is you. When you are admired that much, it is magical.

Sundress by Coco Brown
Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to a good friend of mine, Mr. Coco Brown. Put your hands together. Yeah, Hey …what do you mean lady, "what I want you to wear?". You know it don't take much. I like you just the way you are naturally…Matter of fact why don't ya put on one of those lovely sundresses that I bought you. That'll do it for me. Just pull your hair back, take your shoes off….that’s all I need… Sundress… check it out.

The soul of your femininity fits you just like that dress ...you see, I don't need to see designer clothes, silk robes, or fish net panty hose. Cause to me, that sundress you wear is the next best thing to you naturally…

Just about any color will do too…cocoa, brown, or a light shade of blue if it's alright with you, because to me I just wanna see the way it holds you, envelops you, teases your skin like the wind, enticing the hell outta me. Caressing you so close. But making you look, so free. Sundress...

Days, months even millenniums after I saw you in that dress, images of your behind still danced in my mind, leaving little imprints of the silhouette of you, against the horizon in that dress.

Oh this is real. You see that parking lot might as well been a field of daffodils, cause not one car that my mind let my eyes see; just the sun, moon, brooks and streams and the soul of your femininity, but not even an eclipse coulda blinded me from that blissful taste of nature’s reality.

As I stood, watching you from the shadows, I was frozen still like a deer trapped in a car’s headlights, lemme tell you how it was, all my actions ceased! So at least given the designer of that dress the damn Nobel Peace Prize for the way that your thighs up against that dress brought a peace to the eyes of this mighty beast. Sundress...

As you stood upon that balcony, I reached for you. As I fell to my knees and in a soft trembling voice I beg God, "Please, please, please let mother nature send me a gentle breeze."

Let it flow swiftly from the evening sky past my rise and lift that dress ever so gently from her thighs. Ooo,ooo,oo, I'd like to thank that North wind that blew.

Quenching my imagination's thirst as the wind, her hair, and that dress played a three part harmony, singing beautiful chords in the key of "L" to my mind.

Senses heightened, I'm as light as a May cloud, pulsatin like a summer brook. Hot as two o'clock in a Florida July... and that sundress that you wear is why.

Can me and you, you and I be one together with nature? Hell, I could be cool as the wind.

Matter of fact, I can be that breeze that flows from the evening skies, that gently lifts that dress from your knees and touches your thighs, or I could be the water in that thunderstorm that gets you and your dress wetc yet makes you feel warm. Or, I could be the sun in that dress that touches your moons, and sets the light of fire to this dark room.

Or, even better yet, if with me Cocoa Brown you're impressed - hey, could I just be that sundress? Forget the rest of your wardrobe. You won't need any other clothes. You can wear different shades of me, Coco Brown. Rain, sleet, hail, or snow! Can I be your sundress?

Would you wear me as I envelope your soul, caress your mind; tease your skin just like that wind?

My hands like that cotton blend on your hips. My lips like the ends of your garments as I dip to kiss your knees. My presence making you feel as free as hummingbirds above the trees.

Everywhere I go, you could wear me. Cause with our minds, souls and bodies, intertwined in these fields of posies and dandelions, your earth your wind your water your fire I could be... if just like that dress lady, you choose to wear me.

What is your vote?