Fine Art Of Holding A Woman

Kevin Grantt/Lesile Winn Satcher Arms, strong as timbers Folding around her like velvet That's the fine art, of holding a woman Eyes, that never leave hers Fingertips that whisper That's the fine art, of holding a woman Without reason, you kiss her, just to breathe her Without words, you tell her, that you need her When you part, you always leave a fire burning That's the fine art, of holding a woman That's the fine art, of holding a woman And only moments after loving her She can see that you still want her That's the fine art, of holding a woman Without reason, you kiss her, just to breathe her Without words, you tell her, that you need her When you part, you always leave a fire burning That's the fine art, of holding a woman That's the fine art, of holding a woman That's the fine art, of holding a woman