Baby, It's Cold Outside
  Margaret Whiting & Johnny Mercer (in italics)
  Music and lyrics by Frank Loesser
  
  I really can't stay
  But, baby, it's cold outside
  I got to go way
  But. baby, it's cold outside
  This evening's 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
  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 hand, 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 hurting my pride
  I really can't stay
  Baby don't hold out
  
  Ahh, but 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 the 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 visious
  Eww, your lips are delicious
  Well maybe just a cigarette more
  Never such a blizzard before
  I've got to get home
  But, baby, you'll freeze out there
  See ya, 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
  Making my life long sorrow
  At least there will plenty implied
  If you caught pnuemonia and died
  I really can't stay
  Get over that old out
  
  Ahh but it's cold outside