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But baby it’s cold outside |
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But baby it’s cold outside |
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Been hoping that you’d drop in |
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I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice |
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My mother will start to worry |
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Beautiful words you’re humming |
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And father will be pacing the floor |
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Listen to the fireplace roar |
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So really I’d better scurry |
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Beautiful, please don’t hurry |
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Well, maybe just a half a drink more |
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Put some records on while I pour |
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The neighbors might think |
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But baby it’s bad out there |
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Say, what’s in this drink? |
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No cabs to be had out there |
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Your eyes are like starlight now |
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I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell |
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I ought to say no, no, no sir |
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Mind if I move in closer? |
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At least I’m gonna say that I tried |
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What’s the sense of hurtin’ my pride? |
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But baby it’s cold outside |
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But baby it’s cold outside |
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How lucky that you dropped in |
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Look out that window at that storm |
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My sister will be suspicious |
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Gosh your lips look delicious |
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My brother will be there at the door |
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Waves upon a tropical shore |
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My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious |
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Gosh your lips are delicious |
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Well, maybe just a cigarette more |
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Never such a blizzard before |
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But baby you’d freeze out there |
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It’s up to your knees out there |
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I’m thrilled when you touch my hand |
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How can you do this thing to me? |
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There’s bound to be talk tomorrow |
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Think of my lifelong sorrow |
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At least there will be plenty implied |
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If you caught pneumonia and died |
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Baby it’s cold, cold outside |
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