Mindy McCready. Fine Art of Holding a Woman. Zeneszám

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