I don't rush right out when that whistle blows. I've got nowhere to go. It's not like supper's gonna be waitin' there. Sittin' on the stove. I think I'll take the long way home.
I, I, I've got a feelin'. And I'm gonna hold you tonight. I, I, I've been dreamin'. Of holding your sweet body next to mine. . Oh baby, it's sure been a long time comin'.
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.
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.