Today’s prompt has me featuring a bookcase, something cracked and a song I love. I’m up for the challenge. I’ll even throw in a song I don’t love.
101 Hymn Stories stands smack dab in the middle of my bookcase. In it are the stories behind some of my favorite hymns – including Battle Hymn of the Republic and Day By Day. There are also some Christmas carols, such as Silent Night and O Little Town of Bethlehem.
What you won’t find in the book is the song, “Baby It’s Cold Outside”, or, as I call it, “The Christmas Date Rape Song.”
Momma will talk you through it:
Her: I really can’t stay [Good girl]
Him: Baby it’s cold outside
Her: I gotta go away [Yes you do]
Him: Baby it’s cold outside [He said that already]
Her: This evening has been
Him: Been hoping that you’d drop by [Don’t chase boys baby girl]
Her: So very nice
Him: I’ll hold your hands they’re just like ice
Her: My mother will start to worry [Yes she will]
Him: Beautiful what’s your hurry? [Beautiful? Is that all you are because he sure isn’t listening to you?]
Her: My father will be pacing the floor [Yes he will]
Him: Listen to the fireplace roar [He’s still not listening]
Her: So really I better scurry [Yes, baby, scurry]
Him: Beautiful please don’t hurry [Still not listening, still not respecting your wishes]
Her: Well maybe just a half a drink more [No baby]
Him: Put some records on while I pour
Her: The neighbors might think
Him: Baby it’s bad out there
Her: Say.. what’s in this drink? [Is this not a date rape song?]
Him: No cabs to be had out there [If he cared about you he would give you a ride home]
Her: I wish I knew how
Him: Your eyes are like starlight now [Your eyes? What about your heart, your soul, your virtue?]
Her: To break this spell [just say, “buh-bye”]
Him: I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell [again with the looks?]
Her: I ought to say no, no, no sir [you ought to just go, go, go girl]
Him: Mind if move in closer?
Her: At least I’m gonna say that I tried [okay now you’re bugging me]
Him: What’s the sense of hurtin’ my pride?
Her: I really can’t stay [bugging me]
Him: Baby don’t hold out
(Both) Ahh but its cold outside! [bugging me]
Her: I simply must go [bugging me]
Him: But baby it’s cold outside
Her: The answer is no [actions speak louder than words]
Him: But baby it’s cold outside
Her: This welcome has been
Him: How lucky that you dropped in [he’s a weeny]
Her: So nice and warm
Him: Look out the window at that storm
Her: My sister will be suspicious
Him: Gosh your lips look delicious! [Okay, you clearly don’t have the self-esteem to leave, but I do…]
There is something cracked about a Christmas song that celebrates low self-esteem, a booty call and rohypnol. Call me old-fashioned.
Hey this is awesome! It seems like people don’t really think about the impact of those words (or the meaning) as long as it sounds kind of cool… I’ve written a post about a similar issue a little while ago: https://amommasview.wordpress.com/2014/10/30/timber-get-lucky-and-blow-my-whistle/
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