Bait and Switch

Been trying to come up with that phrase that describes something like a tease. Something like a give and take away. Something like a game. Something like dangling a carrot over a rabbit. Something like a show. Something trying to get in and destroy. Something like a trick. Something wishy washy. Something tender on top but stone inside. Something that stirs the pot then overturns it. Something that pushes the right buttons to keep the game in play. Something that takes advantage of the truth but can't believe in it.

This thing I'm trying to describe, I don't know it. Yet I do. But I don't understand the point of it.

The point of the tease is to control. But why? 

The stone that the builder refused, will only become the head cornerstone.

A Bear Outside My Window
By Herberth Quinton

I was not asleep
Tucked tight in my bed
I had the blankets pulled up to my head 
I stared out the windows
To the forest outside
I waited watching
Would he show up or hide?
But just as moon fell asleep in the sky
I saw a great shadow pass my window by
Lurching and leaning and wobbling side to side
Fur and fuzz and hair and hyde
Winter has past and he's emerged from his den
Looking for the river to catch the salmon
He must have got lost and wandered up the hill
To my cottage on the mountain where I laid so still
I wonder if he knows I'm just behind the glass
And if he would remember this spot from the year last
How I helped him out of a trap, I wondered
If he would remember that
So I crawled out of my bed so quiet
And tip toed across the floor
I thought I'd try and surprise my silly old Uncle Joe
But it was to my surprise not at all my uncle though
But a great big scary look-alike hairy bear outside my window!

Too Late for Tears.  Lloyd Price and His Orchestra.
The Lonely One by Lee Hazelwood & Duane Eddy
Sittin in the Balchony by Eddy Cochran
 Have You Seen Her by the Chi-Lites
Midnight Cowboy by Ferrante & Teicher

Easy Street Records, albums on the table at my last breakfast.
Eating: a Born to Run breakfast sandwich and black coffee.
Finally saw that guy who played drums on my last record pass by.
He didn't recognize me. But then again, no one did this time 'round.