歌曲 | Fine Art of Holding a Woman |
歌手 | Mindy McCready |
专辑 | If I Don't Stay the Night |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Grantt, Satcher | |
(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 |
zuo ci : Grantt, Satcher | |
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 |
zuò cí : Grantt, Satcher | |
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 |