Intro: 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
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

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
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