He was a bore, a true chore and I still wonder why I ever wanted to see him more I know it is useless to complain all these years after, well... Thanks for asking now I'm fine I should have muffled my obsession but I was all too pure And so blindly sure that he'd always have the satisfying hug I needed Stay just a little bit more Don't let my heart turn sore Stay just a little bit more Don't let my heart turn sore He was kind, polite and divine in public, tender as a sleepy child But when we got slightly more intimate it wasn't that bright Yes he was kind, polite, sound and sublime, in theory But in practice believe me, there was a nasty fire burning Stay just a little bit more Don't let my heart turn sore Stay just a little bit more Don't let my heart turn sore And when my curves came into play Oh what a hopeles tumbling down When his desire was stuck in plaster I was young but I believed in no tales! Sit in the desert of the bed I looked hard for an oasis But all I could find was a dead camel in pieces And I got so scared I tried to lure him back to bed Whispered "stay just a little bit more" But now I'm grateful to the camel Because all the lazy boy could do was RUN, then I knew for sure That he would never be the satisfying shag I needed, no no no