The Good Life Follow

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 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
But when we got slightly more intimate
It wasn't that bright

Yes, he was kind, polite
Sound and sublime, in a theory
But in practice believe me
There was a nasty fire burning, oh

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

And when my curves came into play
Oh, what a hopeless tumbling down
When his desire was stuck in plaster
I was 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
'Cause all the lazy boy could do was run
Then I knew for sure
That he would never be
The satisfying shag I needed, no

Stay just a little bit more
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

And I still wonder why
I ever wanted to see him more