The tender age

When grass begins to look a little greener

And Elvis makes you swoon 'cause he's the rage

And when you start to blush

At the things you once called mush

That's the tender age



When boys begin to act a little nicer

And your diary is filled on every page

As everybody knows, when you cry at movie shows

That's the tender age



And when you think your folks don't understand you

Sometimes you wonder how you have survived

When you believe the lines the boys all hand you

Baby you've arrived

When you begin to use exotic perfume

And dream of someday starring on the stage

When you start yearning for

A new face who lives next door

That's the tender age



When grass begins to look a little greener

And Elvis makes you swoon 'cause he's the rage

And when you start to blush

At the things you once called mush

That's the tender age

That's the tender age