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
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
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
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