And as usual I started singing to myself, and what came to mind, appropriately enough, was one of my holiday favorites, “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.”
I’ve always loved that old 1940s tune, no matter who’s singing it. You know the song. It’s a guy and gal singing back and forth, and the guy’s trying to convince the gal she should stay with him for a romantic evening by the fire because, well, it’s freakin’ freezing outside.
So a few years back, a friend gave me a heads-up that the song’s about date rape.
Just listen closely to the lyrics, she said.
So I did…
I really can’t stay
Baby it’s cold outside
I’ve got to go away
Baby it’s cold out there
This evening has been
Been hoping that you’d drop in
So very nice
I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful, what’s your hurry?
My father will be pacing the floor
Listen to that fireplace roar
So really I’d better scurry
Beautiful, please don’t hurry
Well maybe just a half a drink more
Why don’t you put some records on while I pour
The neighbors might think
Baby, it’s bad out there
Say, what’s in this drink?
No cabs to be had out there
There’s bound to be talk tomorrow
Think of my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied
If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can’t stay
Get over that old lie
Baby, baby it’s cold outside
OK, OK, I agreed. If “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” ain’t a date rape tune, it’s at least creepy as all get out.
But that still won’t keep me from singing it in the shower. Not after 50 or so years of having it drilled into my brain by old Christmas albums, TV shows, radio, and shopping trips through Nordstrom.
Some things just stick with you forever, whether old holiday songs or even good business habits.
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