Dianne Reeves Baby, It's Cold Outside Lyrics
            I really can't stay
            But, baby, it's cold outside
            I've got to go 'way
            But, baby, it's cold outside
            This evening has been
            Been hoping that you'd drop in
            so very nice
            I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice!
            My mother will start to worry
            Beautiful, what's your hurry?
            and father will be pacing the floor
            Listen to the fireplace roar
            So really I'd better scurry.
            Beautiful, please don't hurry
            Well, maybe just a half a drink more...
            Put some records on while I pour
        
            The neighbors might think
            Baby, it's bad out there
            Say, what's in this drink?
            No cabs to be had out there
            I wish I knew how
            Your eyes are like starlight now
            to break the spell
            I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
            I ought to say no, no, no sir...
            Mind if I move in closer?
            At least I'm gonna say that I tried
            What's the sense of hurtin' my pride?
            I really can't stay
            Oh, baby, don't hold out
            Ah but it's cold outside...
            Baby, it's cold outside.
        
            I simply must go
            But, baby, it's cold outside
            The answer is no
            But, baby, it's cold outside
            This welcome has been
            How lucky that you dropped in
            so nice and warm
            Look out that window at that storm!
            My sister will be suspicious...
            Gosh, your lips look delicious...
            my brother will be there at the door...
            waves upon a tropical shore...
            My maiden aunt's mind is vicious
            Ooh, your lips are delicious
            Well, maybe just a cigarette more
            Never such a blizzard before
        
            I got to get home
            But, baby, you'd freeze out there!
            Say, lend me a comb
            It's up to your knees out there
            You've really been grand
            I thrill when you touch my hand
            But don't you see?
            How can you do this thing to me???
            There's bound to be talk tomorrow...
            Think of my lifelong sorrow
            at least there will be plenty implied
            if you caught pneumonia and died...
            I really can't stay
            Get over that hold-out...
        
            [TOGETHER]
            Ah, but it's cold outside!
        
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