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 (x2)

Yes 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 (x2)


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 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 (x2)