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
Mindy McCready - Fine Art Of Holding A Woman Lyrics
Mindy McCready - Fine Art Of Holding A Woman Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: KEVIN GRANTT, LESLIE WINN SATCHER
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