(Jimmy Campbell, Reginald Connelly, Harry M. Woods)
Oh, she may be weary,
Young girls, they do get weary,
Wearing that same ol' shabby dress, yeah, yeah.
But when she gets weary,
Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Mmm, you know she’s waiting,
Just anticipating,
For things that she'll never,
Never, never, never possess, yeah, yeah.
But while she’s there waiting 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.
It makes it easier, easier to bear, yeah.
You won’t regret it, no, 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've gotta do is, man,
Hold her where you want her.
Squeeze her, don't tease her,
Never leave her.
Get to her, you gotta, gotta,
Find a little tenderness,
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah.
You gotta, nobody love her, man.
Take this advice, man,
You got to squeeze her,
Don't tease her,
Never leave,
You got to hold her,
Brother, somethin',
Try a little tenderness,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You gotta rub against her, man.
You gotta, gotta, got...
Don't lose her.
You've got to love her,
Please her, don't tease her.
Gotta, got na-na-na
Try, try a little tenderness,
Yeah.
Fade.
You gotta know what to do.
Take this advice,
You gotta love, please...