Fine Art Of Holding A Woman - текст песни
Fine Art Of Holding A Woman
(kevin grantt/lesile winn satcher)
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
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