These Arms of Mine

These arms of mine don't have the muscles

And they don't punk no eyebrow

But they can hold you when you're hurting, baby!

These arms of mine

These arms we're 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 fills 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, these arms of mine

This old heart, this heart of mine

These hands, these hands of mine

Mh, they're reaching out for your love, baby!