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
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