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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Bob Porter
Bob Porter
Basson
Justine Carpenter
Justine Carpenter
Chœurs
Ranking Roger
Ranking Roger
Chant
Stephen Panter
Stephen Panter
Basse
The Beat starring Dave Wakeling
The Beat starring Dave Wakeling
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mick Billingham
Mick Billingham
Paroles/Composition
Ranking Roger
Ranking Roger
Paroles/Composition
The Beat starring Dave Wakeling
The Beat starring Dave Wakeling
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Colin Fairley
Colin Fairley
Production
Gavin MacKillop
Gavin MacKillop
Production
General Public
General Public
Production

Paroles

I don't know when to start or when to stop My luck's like a button I can't stop pushing it My head feels light But I'm still in the dark Seems like without tenderness There's something missing Tenderness Where is the Tenderness Where is it? I don't know where I am but I know I don't like it I open my mouth and out pops something spiteful Words are so cheap, but they can turn out expensive Words like conviction can turn into a sentence I held your hands Rings but none on that finger We danced and danced But I was scared to go much further with it Just half a chance Make sure that one night you're here but Next night you're not It always leaves me searching for a little Tenderness Where is the Tenderness Where is the Tenderness? Whistling in the graveyard Calling up your girlfriend Just trying to make her understand You're squeezing the telephone like it was her hand No question (so many questions) She's going to catch you out, boy It all seems so underhand Now she's the only thing that ever made You feel like a man, man, madman, madman Tenderness Where is the Tenderness Tenderness Tenderness Where is it? I held your hands Rings but none on that finger We danced and danced But I was scared to go much further with it Just half a chance Make sure that one night you're here but Next night you're not It always leaves me searching for a little Tenderness Where is the Tenderness? When you're sick to death of second best, pet Why should the morning always find you unimpressed? Is your love like a button? You can't stop pushing it? Oh this all night longing can be such a long time
Writer(s): Roger Charlery, David Frederick Wakeling, Mickey Billingham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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