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She may be weary, |
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but young girls they do get weary, |
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wearin' the same shabby dress yes, |
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but when she's weary, |
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try a little tenderness . . . |
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You know she's waitin' |
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just anticipatin |
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all the things she may never possess |
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while she's without them |
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try a little tenderness . . . |
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It's not just sentimental no no, |
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she has her grief and her care, |
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and a word that's soft an' gentle, |
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makes it easier to bear . . . |
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You won't regret it no no, |
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women don't forget it, |
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love is their whole happiness, |
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it's all so easy, |
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just try a little tenderness . . . |
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< instrumental break > |
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You got ta squeeze her |
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don't tease her |
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baby baby |
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hit me na |
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na na na |
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you got ta squeeze her |
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don't tease her |
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You won't regret it, |
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women don't forget it, |
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love is their whole happiness, |
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it's all so easy, |
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try a little tenderness . . . |
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Words and Music by Harry M. Woods, |
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James Campbell and Reginald Connelly |
