These Arms Of Mine

These arms of mine don't have that muscle
And they don't pump no iron
But they can hold you when you're hurting baby
These arms of mine

These arms were made to hold a woman
When she gets lonely in the night
And I keep them wide open baby
These arms of mine

This old heart is sentimental
I guess I wear it on my sleeve
But it feels your pain baby
When dreams are scattered like falling leaves

This heart was made to love a woman
Though it may be broken time to time
It beats in rhythm with your loving baby
This heart of mine

If these hands could paint a picture
If they only knew where to start
I'd paint a portrait of my love for you baby
Straight from the heart

These hands were made to touch a woman
And wipe the teardrops from her eyes
And they're reaching out for your love baby
These hands of mine
These arms
This old heart
These hands.



Credits
Writer(s): Tony Joe White
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