Bare with me
Baby let me be, your lovin teddy bear
Put a chain around my neck, and lead me anywhere
Oh let me be your teddy bear.
I don’t wanna be a tiger
Cause tigers play too rough
I don’t wanna be a lion
Cause lions aint the kind
You love enough.
Just wanna be, your teddy bear
Put a chain around my neck
And lead me anywhere
Oh let me be
Your teddy bear.
Baby let me be, around you every night
Run your fingers through my hair,
And cuddle me real tight
I enjoy both cuddles and nakedness, but the image illustrating this post sums it up for me. I’ve got a newsclipping of it ever since I went to a Takashi Murakami exhibition a few years ago.
Look at all the details. You can also imagine the friction burns on her knees if you want.
Ah, nostalgia: it takes me back to my teens watching lotsa Hentai and preferring the purple-haired dolls to the girls around me. Hmmm…
Anyway, for more info on the artist and the Superflat movement click here.
Now let’s stick with cuddly and run with it some more.
You’re not the only cuddly toy
that was ever enjoyed
by any boy
You’re not the only choo choo train
that was left out in the rain
the day after Santa came
You’re not the only charity light
that was left in the night
who gave up without a fight, yeah
You’re not the only cuddly toy
that was ever enjoyed
by any boy
You’re not the kind of girl to tell your mother
the kind of company you keep
I never told you that I’d love no other
you must have dreamed it in your sleep…
Cuddly Toy was a hit for the Monkees in the sixties but Nilsson’s acoustic demo is so much better.
OK, “bare with me” we still have one last track. Not a real surprise but it allows me to move back from my teens to my childhood.
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature’s recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life
[…]
And don’t spend your time lookin’ around
For something you want that can’t be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin’ about it…
Those were my words of wisdom for the day. And here’s Louis Armstrong’s version as a parting gift.
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