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 hopeless 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
And 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