For a little tenderness
I'd give you diamonds
Which the devil caresses
In my treasure chest
Why do you think, my love
Does a sailor in port
Turn out his pockets
To offer his silver
To phoney princesses
For a little tenderness
For a little tenderness
I'd change the way I look
I'd change my drunken habits
I'd change the way I talk
Why do you think, my love
That while singing their songs
Emperors and singers
Often throw away
Riches and power
For a little tenderness
For a little tenderness
At my summer's end
I'd offer you what's left of
The days of my youth
How else can you explain
Why, of everything I do,
Every song is meant for you
All the old and all the new
And these I'd give you
For a little tenderness

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