From the skip in the heart drumbeat - an icon in its right - to the spine shivers of the castanets, "Be My Baby" is undoubtedly the candy heart of popular music. Little more than a string of promises not easily lived up to, delivered with an eager innocence that belies Ronnie Spector's reputation as teen lust incarnate, that merely hints at what may come after three kisses. Quivering with the anticipation of that first touch, the electricity of that first kiss, "Be My Baby" perfectly captures the moment when love walks in and anxiously begins to tap its foot while waiting for lust to show up.
The mournful, string laden bridge is the only hint of reality, a reminder that the hunter has yet to capture the game, but it is quickly kicked back into romantic form by a tiny, high heel clad angel, and her posse of starry eyed vixens.
You'd be a fool not to believe.
This is dedicated to the one I love. The one who, when asked, "What's the perfect Valentine's Day song", replied without hesitation, "'Be My Baby'".
Indeed.
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