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