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