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Arms, strong as timbers
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Folding around her like velvet
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That's the fine art, of holding a woman
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Eyes, that never leave hers
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Fingertips that whisper
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That's the fine art, of holding a woman
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Without reason, you kiss her, just to breathe her
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Without words, you tell her, that you need her
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When you part, you always leave a fire burning
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That's the fine art, of holding a woman
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That's the fine art, of holding a woman
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And only moments after loving her
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She can see that you still want her
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That's the fine art, of holding a woman
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Without reason, you kiss her, just to breathe her
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Without words, you tell her, that you need her
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When you part, you always leave a fire burning
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That's the fine art, of holding a woman
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That's the fine art, of holding a woman
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That's the fine art, of holding a woman
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Fine Art Of Holding A Woman
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| Mindy McCready |
