These arms
of mine don't have that muscle
An d they don't pop no iron
But they can't hold you when you're hurtin',
baby
These arms are mine
These arms are made to
hold a woman
When she gets lonely in the night
And I keep them wide open,
baby
This old heart is sentimental
Guess I'll wear it on my sleeve
But it fills your pain, baby,
when dreams are scattered like fallen leaves
This heart was made to love a wo man,
though it may be broken time to time
It beats in rhythm with
your lovin', baby
This heart of mine
If these hands could paint a pic ture
If they only knew where to start
I'd paint a portrait of my love for you,
baby, straight from the heart
His hands were made to touch a wo man
and wipe the teardrops from her eye s
And they're reaching out
for your love, baby
These hands are mine
These arms, these arms are mine
This old heart, this heart of mine
These hands, these hands of mine
You