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1m83 by Giedré: a song that highlights ABDL

With his unique style and sometimes biting humor, Giedre approaches in 1m83 the theme of ABDL (Adult Baby/Diaper Lover) in a tender and uninhibited way. This song tells the story of a man who finds comfort and happiness in expressing his ABDL side, despite the misunderstandings and judgments he may encounter.

We thank Giedré for this song which, with its lightness and authenticity, gives visibility to a community that is often misunderstood. A beautiful way to talk about diversity and acceptance!

Words

Statistics, data
Profits and losses
The coffee machine
And the canteen at lunchtime
Promotions, RTT
The benefits of the box
I leave everything behind
When I take off my tie

Conferences, HRD
The works council
I don't think about all that anymore.
When I take off my shirt
And my wife too, I admit I forget her
When I take out my trunk of secrets
Hidden under the bed

I unfold my play mat,
Nothing matters anymore,
And when I put on my diaper,
So there, I am happy,
My pacifier in my mouth
My teddy bear against me
I wouldn't want to be anywhere else
That now and there.

I like the smell of talcum powder
and the gurgling of baby bottles
I like to be changed
when I'm wet
And the cotton bibs
I don't disguise myself,
I dress how I feel

A six-foot-three baby

I was doing this all by myself
quiet in my corner
But in the end we feel alone
All alone in his corner
I contacted prostitutes
But I didn't like it too much
I could see that it was just
For the money they were slapping me

Luckily I discovered
The community on the internet
We meet to tweet
There, no one judges anyone.
We sometimes congratulate ourselves
When there is one who dares
wear a diaper outside the home

I did it one day to impress
friends of the site
I had put a diaper under my costume
It got out quickly
I was in the top three
It's true that I had done well
It was at my daughter's wedding
I won the golden pacifier

I like the smell of talcum powder
and the gurgling of baby bottles
I like to be changed
when I'm wet
And the cotton bibs
I don't disguise myself,
I dress how I feel

A six-foot-three baby

They say it takes all sorts to make a
a world yes we say that
But when you're not like everyone else
The world, well, it doesn't want you.
I know, I tried
to talk to my wife about it
I saw the fear in his eyes
I had to avoid the drama

I said it was for fun And
she laughed, she even laughed
without being able to stop
Imagining that adults
put on diapers
Wear onesies
thumb in mouth

She tells her friends about it
Of those crazy people who have a grain
And during dinners
It makes my friends laugh
They go on the internet
And search for images
Sometimes they fall on me
Always always hide your face

But I like the smell of talcum powder.
and the gurgling of baby bottles
I like to be changed
when I'm wet
And the cotton bibs
I don't disguise myself,
I dress how I feel

A six-foot-three baby