There's no tenderness in your eyes,
When I reach out for you.
Girl, you're starting to criticize
Every little thing I do.
It makes me just feel like crying,
'Cause baby, something beautiful's dying.
There's no tenderness in your eyes,
When I reach out for you.
Girl, you're starting to criticize
Every little thing I do.
It makes me just feel like crying,
'Cause baby, something beautiful's dying.