(Hazel Smith)
I`ve lost count of the ladies, I`ve held in my arms
All shapes and sizes, they`ve come and they`ve gone
I`ve found one that`s a keeper, and I`m keeping every vow
I`ve never held a lady, like the one I`m holding now
She`s younger and prettier, than anyone I`ve known
The kind of a lady, that makes a man come home
I`m mighty close to heaven, as close as God allows
And I`m thankful I`m holding, the one I`m holding now
On the streets she`s a lady, but when she`s in my arms
The lady`s all woman, she`s all I`ll ever want
Lovin` comes so natural, Lord knows she knows how
And I`ve never loved a lady, like the one I`m holding now
She`s younger and prettier, than anyone I`ve known
The kind of a lady, that makes a man come home
I`m mighty close to heaven, as close as God allows
And I`m thankful I`m holding, the one I`m holding now
I`m mighty close to heaven, as close as God allows
And I`m thankful I`m holding, the one I`m holding now
(c) 1977 Sunbury Music Ltd.