Tenderoni (Kele)

Away, away, away, away Been running with the rude boys For much too much too long You think you are one of them Every time that we kiss It seems you are holding back Don't be so quick to pull away Away, away, away, away I know you're thinking murder Driving in your father's car I will not let you disappear Not your fault Not your problem Not one to apologize If you want 'tough', I'll give you 'tough'! She said she was More than this And she would rot the brain in the head She said she was More than this And you would rot the brain in the head T-E-N-D-E-R-O-N-I T-E-N-D-E-R-O-N-I T-E-N-D-E-R-O-N-I