He was a bore, a true chore and I still wonder why I ever wanted To see him more I know it's 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 hopeless tumbling down When his desire was stuck in plaster. I was young but I believed in no tales! So 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 more" But now I'm grateful to the camel, Cos 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 no