Friday, December 18, 2009

Baby It Is Cold Outside


Is This Song About Date Rape?

I really can't stay. (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 that 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 ... (Baby, don't hold out.)

Ah, but it's cold outside.


I simply must go. (But baby it's cold outside.)

The answer is no! (I say that it's cold outside.)

The welcome has been ... (How lucky that you dropped in.)

So nice and warm. (Look out the window at that storm!)


My sister will be suspicious. (Gosh, your lips look delicious ...)

My brother will be there at the door. (Like waves upon a tropical shore.)

My maiden aunt's mind is vicious. (Gosh, your lips sure are delicious.)

Well, maybe just a cigarette more. (Never such a blizzard before.)


I've got to go home. (Baby, you'll freeze out there.)

Say, lend me your 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.)

Duet: Oh but it's cold ... out ... side!
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