| Aaahh, aaah, aah, oh!
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| Aaahh, aaah, aah, oh!
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| I don’t know where to start or where to stop ooh
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| my lucks like a button
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| I can’t stop pushing it
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| my head feels light
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| but I’m still in the dark
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| seems like without tenderness there’s something missing
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| Tenderness, Tenderness, Where is it?
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| I don’t know where I am but I know I don’t like it
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| I open my mouth and out pops something spiteful
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| words are so cheap but they can turn out expensive
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| words like conviction can turn into a sentence
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| I held your hands
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| rings but none on that finger
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| we danced and danced
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| but I was scared to go much further with it
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| just half a chance
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| make sure that one night you’re here but
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| next night you’re not
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| it always leaves me searching for a little
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| where is the tenderness
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| Whistling in the graveyard
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| calling up your girlfriend
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| just trying to make her understand
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| you’re squeezing the telephone like it was her hand
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| no question
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| so many questions
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| she’s going to catch you out boy
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| it all seems so underhand
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| now she’s the only thing that ever made you feel like a man, man, madman madman
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| Tenderness
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| The tenderness where is it?
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| The tenderness where is it?
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| I held your hands
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| rings but none on that finger
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| we danced and danced
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| but I was scared to go much further with it
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| just half a chance
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| make sure that one night you’re here but
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| next night you’re not
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| it always leaves me searching for a little
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| Tenderness, tenderness
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| Tenderness
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| Where is it?
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| When you’re sick to death of second best, pet
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| why should the morning always find you unimpressed?
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| is your love like a button?
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| you can’t stop pushing it?
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| oh this all night longing can be such a long time |