He was a bore, a true chore and I still wonder why I ever wanted to see him more
I know it's 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 need
Stay just a little bit more
Don't let my heart turn sore (x2)
He was kind, polite and divine in public, tenders as a sleepy child
But when we got slightly more intimate he wasn't that bright
Yes he was kind, polite, soud and sublime in theory
But in practise, believe me, there was a nasty fire burning. ooh
Stay juste a little bit more
Don't let my heart turn sore (x2)
And when my curves came into play,
Oh what a hopeless timbling down
When his desire was stuck in plaster,
Iwas young but I believed in no tales!
So 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 more"
But now I'm grateful to the camel
'Cos 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 no
Stay just a little bit more
Stay juste a little bit more
Don't let my heart turn sore (x2)
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