Woman in Your Arms

I used to go around with men you might find strange

But being young meant nothing ventured, nothing gained

Lavish parties were held from Manhattan to Maine

All as fickle as castles in Spain

I was wasting my time, for their world was a stage

Like a bird trapped in a gilded cage

I was lonely, we met, you were young, just a child

You would sing, you would laugh, you were wild

A romantic Italian who knew how to say

All the right things to steal love his way

You knew just how to weave that spell

To make me feel that I'm a woman

Woman

A real woman

In your arms

Woman

Woman

A real woman

In your arms

You remind me of peaches caressing the sea

With a hundred white horses all galloping free

Rugged look on your face and your eyes shining bright

We embrace and you make me feel right

For to love you is wishing for time to stand still

And I'll love you and love you until

'Cause to me you're a man and you're gentle and kind

Who'd believe that I ever would find

A romantic Italian who knew how to say

All the right things to steal love his way

And still knows how to weave that spell

To make me feel that I'm a woman

Woman

A real woman

In your arms

Woman

Woman

A real woman

In your arms

Woman

Woman

A real woman

In your arms

Woman

Woman

A real woman

In your arms

Woman

Woman

A real woman

In your arms

Woman

Woman

A real woman

In your arms