Fine Art of Holding a Woman

Arms strong as timbers, folding around her like velvet That's the fine art of holding a woman Eyes that never leave her and 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 And 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 If 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 And 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 (Fine art) That's the fine art of holding a woman