(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.