Oh, Teddy Bear, if you could speak,
to say the things I long to hear,
and Teddy Bear, if you could cry,
to shed with me a lonely tear...
Oh, Teddy Bear, if you could hear,
to know the things I tell to you,
and Teddy Bear, if you could hug,
to hold me when I'm feeling blue...
I'd be most grateful for the love,
if you were real, you'd show to me,
but living things I cannot trust,
for people can deceive, you see.
And so your smile, so tightly sewn,
your beady little tearless eyes,
unmoving arms, and soft deaf ears,
are clearly not a mask disguise.
Besides, if you perhaps could speak
to tell whomever came your way
my secrets, I could not feel safe
to trust in you the things I saw.
I'll be content to hug you close,
pretend you hear, pretend you care,
pretend you cry these tears with me,
my darling little Teddy Bear.