Woman in Your Arms - Nicole Croisille

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 guilted cage

I was lonely, we met

You were young

Just a child

You would sing

You would laugh

You were wild.

(Bridge + Chorus)

A romantic Italian would know 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 am a woman,

woman,

a real woman in your arms.

Woman, woman

a real woman in your arms

You remind me of beaches

caressing the sea

with a hundred white horses

all galloping free

Rocking that look on your face

And you eyes shining bright

We embraced and you made me feel right

For to love you

is wishing for time to stand still

And I 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

(Bridge + Chorus)

A romantic Italian would know how to say

All the rights things to steal love his way

And still knows how to read that spell

To make me feel that I am 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

(Fades to end)