In the Right Measure

Ohhh. I can't take another heartache. Though you say you're my friend -- I'm -- at my wits' end! You say your love is bona fide but that don't coincide with the things that you DO. And when I ask you to be nice...

You say, "You've got to be cruel to be kind in the right measure. Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign. Cruel to be kind means that I love you. Baby, you've got to be cruel. You've got to be cruel to be kind."

Well I do my best to understand, dear. But you still mystify, and I want to know why. I pick myself up off the ground to have you knock me back down again and again, and when I ask you to explain, you say...

"You've got to be cruel to be kind in the right measure. Cruel to be kind -- it's a very good sign. Cruel to be kind means that I love you, baby. You've got to be cruel. You've got to be cruel to be kind."

Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooooh! Oooh! Well I do my best to understand, dear, but you still mystify and I want to know why.

I pick myself up off the ground! To have you knock me back down! Again and again!

And when I ask you to explain, you say, "You've got to be cruel to be kind in the right measure! Cruel to be kind. It's a very good sign! Cruel to be kind -- it means that I love you, baby! You've got to be cruel. You've got to be cruel to be kind."

(...)

"Cruel to be kind in the right measure, cruel to be kind -- it's a very very very good sign. Cruel to be kind, it means -- that I love you. Baby, you've got to be cruel...got to be cruel. To be kind..."

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"Cruel to be Kind" lyrics by Nick Lowe/Ian Gomm, originally performed by Nick Lowe
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Problem/Solution/Com- plication

Problem: It's dangerously cold outside.

Solution: Stay inside.

Complication: The walls close in, singing, "You have so many relationships in this life. Only one or two will last. You go through all the pain and strife, then you turn your back and they're gone so fast. Oh yeah, and they're gone so fast, yeah, oh, so hold on the ones who really care. In the end they'll be the only ones there when you get old and start losing your hair. Can you tell me who will still care? Can you tell me who will still care?"

And then...

"Mmmbop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du."

Upon examination...

"Mmmbop (tick) a ta ba do ba
dubi da ba do ba
(tick) a ta ba doo
yeah y yeah,

"Oh, yeah! In an Mmmbop, they're gone..."

Which is nice once or twice or thrice, but not all day. No, definitely not all day. I prefer the dangerous cold.

They sing like this.
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