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 So 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...
Stay just a little bit more ... 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.