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He was a bore, a true chore and I still wonder why I ever wanted to see him moreI know it is useless to complain all these years after, well...Thanks for asking now I'm fineI should have muffled my obsession but I was all too pureAnd so blindly sure that he'd always have the satisfying hug I neededStay just a little bit moreDon't let my heart turn soreStay just a little bit moreDon't let my heart turn soreYes he was kind, polite and divine in public, tender as a sleepy childBut when we got slightly more intimate it wasn't that brightYes he was kind, polite, sound and sublime, in a theoryBut in practice believe me, there was a nasty fire burning, ohhStay just a little bit moreDon't let my heart turn soreStay just a little bit moreDon't let my heart turn soreAnd when my curves came into playOh what a hopeless tumbling downWhen his desire was stuck in plasterI was young but I believed in no tales!Letras de cancionesSo in the desert of the bed I looked hard for an oasisBut all I could find was a dead camel in piecesSo I got so scared I tried to lure him back to bedAnd whispered "Stay just a little more!"But now I'm grateful to the camel'Cause all the lazy boy could do was RUN, then I knew for sureThat he would never be the satisfying shag I needed, no ohhStay just a little bit moreStay just a little bit moreDon't let my heart turn soreStay just a little bit moreDon't let my heart turn sore From Letras Mania