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