Fine Art of Holding a Woman — текст песни (Mindy McCready)

(kevin grantt/lesile winn satcher)



Arms, strong as timbers

Folding around her like velvet

Thats the fine art, of holding a woman

Eyes, that never leave hers

Fingertips that whisper

Thats 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

Thats the fine art, of holding a woman

Thats the fine art, of holding a woman



And only moments after loving her

She can see that you still want her

Thats 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

Thats the fine art, of holding a woman

Thats the fine art, of holding a woman



Thats the fine art, of holding a woman