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Baby It's Cold Outside Lyrics - White Christmas - Matt Belsante

I really can't stay, baby it's cold outside 

I've got to go away, baby it's cold out there 

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 you're 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 

 

And 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, baby 

But it's cold outside 

 

I simply must go 

But baby, it's cold outside 

The answer is no 

I say, it's cold out there 

 

The welcome has been how lucky 

That you dropped in 

So nice and warm, look out that window 

Man that's hard 

 

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, gosh 

Your lips are delicious 

Well, maybe just a cigarette more 

Oh, never such a blizzard 

Before 

 

I've got to go home, baby 

You'll freeze out there 

Say, lend me your coat 

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 old lie 

 

Oh, but it's cold outside 

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