LUCY: Sympathy, tenderness, Warm as the Summer, Offer me their embrace. Friendliness, gentleness, Strangers to my life, They are there in his face.
번역: 린다 에더. 동정, 다정.
번역: 오리지널 브로드 웨이 캐스트. 동정, 다정.
man Sell my time and do the best I can I wasn't boss this around in me I don't want your sympathy, yeah Oh baby, oh baby I just need your tender lovin
't recover me I'm not too low, I'm not too high I'll get by makin' my recovery Don't need your sympathy, save all your tears I've lived without tenderness
I was walking in Savannah past a church, decayed and dim When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn My sympathy awakened and a wonder
In natural selection I've avoided all detection And the tender bits underneath All with window dressing and calculated guessing And a bark bigger than
I can see there ain't no room for me You're only holding up your heart in sympathy If there's another man, then girl I understand Go on and take his hand
always been the question Ever since the beginning She looks for sympathy I give her sorrow She asks for honesty I've none to borrow She needs my tender
You tried to leave me once before But felt so bad You let me love you more Baby there's no gentle way No tender sentimental way To leave me You offered me your sympathy
I serve my time doin' the, the best I can Walls and bars they surround me But, I don't want no sympathy No baby, no baby All I need is some tender lovin
gettin' canned by the man when it's over I'll be hunting you down, waiting for the payback, your frown Begging me for your mercy, I ain't down with the sympathy you see And I always remember your tender
were trouble dressed as tenderness 'Cos this deception that you played on me Has left you where you didn't wanna be But don't come knockin' here for sympathy
of breathing souls For times are desolate Passing judgement on my sentence As I perceive my dying day Give me a promise. The word I will never hear Sympathies
Is carry the cuckold (shoo-bee-doo-bee-doo) He give you to much sympathy and too much love And then when it comes to this, when it comes to this Chorus: you give me too much tenderness
just a strain Of a malignant infectious plague Mutilating that which cannot falter from innocence Sad, angry and fucking sickened I have lost sympathy
sometime. You said "Somewhere there's a box full of replacement parts to all the tenderness we've broken or let rust away. Somewhere sympathy is more
(J. Bristol/H. Fuqua/M. Johnson) When I was down And life was filled with emptiness You gave me love A tender love to take the loneliness away Oh,
