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