He was a bore, a [bad word] chore and I still wonder why I ever wanted to see him more
I know it is useless [bad word] 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
So 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 [bad word]  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.
Stay just a little bit more,
Don't let my heart turn sore.