He was a bore, a true chore and I still wonder why I ever wanted to see him morenI know it is useless to complain all these years after, well...nThanks for asking now I'm finenI should have muffled my obsession but I was all too purenAnd so blindly sure that he'd always have the satisfying hug I needednnStay just a little bit morenDon't let my heart turn sorennHe was kind, polite and divine in public, tender as a sleepy childnBut when we got slightly more intimate it wasn't that brightnYes he was kind, polite, sound and sublime, in theorynBut in practice believe me, there was a nasty fire burningnnStay just a little bit morenDon't let my heart turn sorennAnd when my curves came into playnOh what a hopeles tumbling downnWhen his desire was stuck in plasternI was young but I believed in no tales!nnSit in the desert of the bed I looked hard for an oasisnBut all I could find was a dead camel in piecesnAnd I got so scared I tried to lure him back to bednWhispered stay just a little bit morenBut now I'm grateful to the camelnBecause all the lazy boy could do was RUN, then I knew for surenThat he would never be the satisfying shag I needed, no no no