Key: E
Introduction: B G#m F# E
B G#m D#m
He was a bore, a true chore and I still wonder why I ever wanted to see him more
E F# B
I know it is useless to complain all these years after, well...
F#
Thanks for asking now I'm fine
B G#m D#m
I should have muffled my obsession but I was all too pure
E F# B F#
And so blindly sure that he'd always have the satisfying hug I needed
B
Stay just a little bit more
G#m
Don't let my heart turn sore
B
Stay just a little bit more
G#m F#E
Don't let my heart turn sore
He was kind, polite and divine in public, tender as a sleepy child
G F# Bm
And when my curves came into play
G
Oh what a hopeles tumbling down
F# Bm
When his desire was stuck in plaster
G A B
I was young but I believed in no tales!
G#m B G#m F# E)
Sit in the desert of the bed I looked hard for an oasis
But all I could find was a dead camel in pieces