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