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Kelly Clarkson

Baby, It's Cold Outside

 

Baby, It's Cold Outside

(album: Wrapped In Red - 2013)


I really can't stay Baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away 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 cold as ice
My mother will start to worry Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor Listin to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry Beautiful, please don't hurry
Oh, maybe just one 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 a little closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried What's the use in hurting my pride
I really can't stay Baby don't hold out
Baby it's cold outside

I simply must go Baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no Baby, it's cold outside
Your welcome has been Baby, it's cold outside
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 vicious your lips are delicious
Well, maybe just a half a cigarette more Never such a blizzard before

I've got to get home Baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb It's up to your knees out there
It's really been grand I'm thrilled 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 Just think about my life long sorrow
At least there'll be plenty implied If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay Get over that old out
Baby it's cold outside

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