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Ray Charles

Baby, It's Cold Outside

 

Baby, It's Cold Outside


I really can't stay Betty, it's cold outside
I've got to go away Betty, 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 Why don't you put some records on while I pour
And the neighbors might think Betty 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 hurting my pride?
I really can't stay Baby don't hold out
Ah but it's cold outside
I simply must go Betty 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 Betty, 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 old lie
Ah but it's cold out side

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