Ella Fitzgerald - Baby, It's Cold Outside Lyrics
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| Ella Fitzgerald
- Baby, It's Cold Outside Lyrics
Album: Ella & Friends 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
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