O kadar saçma yaratıklarız; söylediklerimizle yaptıklarımız o kadar birbirini tutmuyor ki çoğu zaman. Ona buna akıl ver, "bak şu böyle olur, şurda şunu yapman gerekir" diye at tut; ama aynı şeyler başına gelince saçmala dur. Acı çekip, isyan edip, acının dinmesi için dua edip de o acıyı közlendirecek her şeyi yap.

Vallahi malız hepimiz.

Ama yeni bir şey keşfettim bugün.

Neşe koy acının üstüne. Tadı pek güzel oluyor.

He was a bore, a true chore and I still wonder why I ever wanted to see him more
I know it is 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

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

And when my curves came into play
Oh what a hopeles tumbling down
When his desire was stuck in plaster
I was young but I believed in no tales!

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