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Try a Little Tenderness Lyrics

Oh, she may be weary
Young girls they do get weary
Wearing that same old s***gy dress, yeah yeah
But when she gets weary
Try a little tenderness, yeah yeah
You know she's waiting
Just anticipating
For things that she'll never never never never possess, yeah yeah
But while she's waiting, and without them
Try a little tenderness (that's all you gotta do)

It's not just sentimental, no no no
She has her grief and care, yeah yeah yeah
But the soft words they are spoke so gentle, yeah yeah
It makes it easier, easier to bare, yeah yeah yeah

You won't regret it, no
Young girls they don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness, yeah
But it's all so easy
All you gotta do is try, try a little tenderness, yeah
All you gotta do is man, hold her where you want her
Squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave her
Get to her
Gotta try, try a little tenderness, ooh yeah
You got to know how to love her, man, get to her

You've got to squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave
You've got to hold her
Try some, try a little tenderness, yeah yeah
You've got to rub her gentle man,
Get to her, don't bruise her, no no
Please her, don't leave her
Squeeze her, don't tease her
Gotta drop nah nah nah drop
Try a little tenderness, oh yeah
Squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave her
Try, try, try a tenderness, oh yeah
You've got to, you've got to, yeah, yeah
Rub her gentle man, don't bruise her, no no
You've got to love her, squeeze her, please her
Try a little tenderness
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The American Songbook, Volume 2 (1992)
Stompin' at the Savoy It's a Lovely Way to Spend an Evening Easy to Love Sing a Rainbow It Could Happen to You I'll Remember April I've Grown Accustomed to His Face The Song Is You You Go to My Head Star Eyes Too Close for Comfort If I Should Loose You That Old Feeling The Things We Did Last Summer How Deep Is the Ocean Teach Me Tonight The Days of Wine and Roses I Won't Dance Try a Little Tenderness All the Things You Are What'll I Do Georgia on My Mind Come Dance With Me Speak Low My Foolish Heart The Touch of Your Lips Spring Will Be a Little Late This Year Willow Weep for Me He's My Guy God Bless the Child