SING-A-LONG

Ready? One, two, three...

“Each morning I wake up...”

”Before I put on my make-up...”

“I slay a little bear for you...”

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Why’d you stop?

“I slay a little bear for you”?

Primal instinct, darling. Hunter, gatherer, hunter, gatherer. Wake up in the wigwam and before dabbing on some rouge, it’s out into the forest! Bring home a bear for food and clothing, everyone loves you.

The words are “I say a little prayer for you”.

Oh. Really? Like when someone sneezes?

It’s a love song. You know, a little prayer like “Thank you God for bringing me love.”

Sounds needy to me.

I didn’t write the song, it’s just how it goes.

If you say so.

Let’s just start again. Ready. One, two, three...

“Each morning I wake up...”

“Before I put on my make-up...”

“I, uh, say a little prayer for you.”

“While combing my hair now...”

“And wondering what Bess would wear now...”

Stop. Ok, Bess?

Bess is my alter ego. Bess Tovshow.

I see.

She’s the little voice in my head that tells me when to be polite. Like you’re in the supermarket and some old woman is standing in the middle of the aisle staring at cheese, Bess tells me to be patient and just wait. Or you hold the door open for someone and they walk through and don’t even say thank you. Bess just says let it slide, you did the right thing.

That Bess.

Yup. Always on top of the manners, Bess.

So I suppose Bess also tells you what to wear?

No, that’s Charlie. Bess just handles manners.

So what would Bess wear then?

Well I don’t have any idea now, do I? She was all decked out in Bear Fur with a spear but not very appropriate apparently. I suppose with all the praying she’d wear a habit.

It’s not a hymn, it’s a love song.

Sounds more like a convent. Doing things, praying, doing things, praying. Not very romantic in my opinion.

This is ridiculous. Maybe we should just sing another song.

Fine with me. “Do you know the way to St. Tropez?”

I give up.

“I’m going back to lie, in the sun, and have some fun...”

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