(Billy Sherrill - Norro Wilson - Emily Mitchell)

Seems every time you come home that you never see
These lovin' arms that always waits so true
Your wonderin's like a knave, you're always on the run
To sip the wine with women that don't love you.

I guess it's been the romance
That keeps your heart from longing
And keeps it on your mind
That I'm the lovin' kind, I'm the lovin' kind.

They can't feel like I feel when they're holdin' you
And way down deep I think you know I've tried
And they can't love like I love so I'll keep hanging on
And forget my part to keep you satisfied.

I guess it's been the romance
That keeps your heart from longing
And keeps it on your mind
That I'm the lovin' kind, I'm the lovin' kind...