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
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