Intro
A F#m C#m
He was a bore, a true chore and I still wonder why I ever wanted to see him more
D E A
I know it is useless to complain all these years after, well...
E
Thanks for asking now I'm fine
A F#m C#m
I should have muffled my obsession but I was all too pure
D E A E
And so blindly sure that he'd always have the satisfying hug I needed
A
Stay just a little bit more
F#m
Don't let my heart turn sore
A
Stay just a little bit more
F#m E D
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
F E Am
And when my curves came into play
F
Oh what a hopeles tumbling down
E Am
When his desire was stuck in plaster
F G A
I was young but I believed in no tales!
F#m A F#m E D
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
Think its pretty right not sure.
didnt bother to do the outro :)
/M