[00:07.810]He was a bore, a true chore and I still wonder why I ever wanted to see him more
[00:13.670]I know it is useless to complain all these years after, well...
[00:18.750]Thanks for asking now I'm fine
[00:21.410]I should have muffled my obsession but I was all too pure
[00:27.480]And so blindly sure that he'd always have the satisfying hug I needed
[00:35.170]Stay just a little bit more
[00:38.050]Don't let my heart turn sore
[00:42.020]Stay just a little bit more
[00:45.100]Don't let my heart turn sore
[00:48.960]He was kind, polite and divine in public, tender as a sleepy child
[00:55.500]But when we got slightly more intimate it wasn't that bright
[01:02.220]Yes he was kind, polite, sound and sublime, in theory
[01:09.020]But in practice believe me, there was a nasty fire burning
[01:16.360]Stay just a little bit more
[01:19.490]Don't let my heart turn sore
[01:23.930]Stay just a little bit more
[01:26.940]Don't let my heart turn sore
[01:31.290]And when my curves came into play
[01:35.790]Oh what a hopeles tumbling down
[01:38.410]When his desire was stuck in plaster
[01:44.020]I was young but I believed in no tales!
[02:02.940]Sit in the desert of the bed I looked hard for an oasis
[02:05.970]But all I could find was a dead camel in pieces
[02:09.110]And I got so scared I tried to lure him back to bed
[02:13.130]Whispered "stay just a little bit more"
[02:16.820]But now I'm grateful to the camel
[02:19.220]Because all the lazy boy could do was RUN, then I knew for sure
[02:25.750]That he would never be the satisfying shag I needed, no no no

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 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