| C# | C#7 | | I | really can’t | stay |
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But baby it’s cold outside |
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| Ebm7 | Ab7 | | I’ve | got to go | ’way |
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But baby it’s cold outside |
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| C# | C#7 | | This | evening has | been |
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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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| F# | | My | mother will start to worry |
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Beautiful words you’re humming |
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| F#7 | | And | father will be pacing the floor |
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Listen to the fireplace roar |
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| C# | Bbm7 | | So | really I’d better | scurry |
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Beautiful, please don’t hurry |
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| Eb7 | Ab7 | | Well, | maybe just a half a drink | more |
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Put some records on while I pour |
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| C# | C#7 | | The | neighbors might | think |
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But baby it’s bad out there |
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| Ebm7 | Ab7 | | 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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| F# | | I | ought to say no, no, no sir |
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Mind if I move in closer? |
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| F#7 | Ab7 | | 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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| C# | C#7 | | I | really can’t | stay |
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| Eb7 | Ab7 | C# | | Ah but it’s | cold | out | side |
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But baby it’s cold outside |
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| Ebm7 | Ab7 | | The | answer is | no |
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But baby it’s cold outside |
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| C# | C#7 | | The | welcome has | been |
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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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| F# | | My | sister will be suspicious |
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Gosh your lips look delicious |
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| F#7 | | My | brother will be there at the door |
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Waves upon a tropical shore |
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| C# | Bbm7 | | My | maiden aunt’s mind is | vicious |
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Gosh your lips are delicious |
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| Eb7 | Ab7 | | Well, | maybe just a cigarette | more |
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Never such a blizzard before |
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| C# | C#7 | | I’ve | got to get | home |
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But baby you’d freeze out there |
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| Ebm7 | Ab7 | | Say, | lend me a | coat |
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It’s up to your knees out there |
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| C# | C#7 | | You’ve | really been | grand |
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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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| F# | | There’s | bound to be talk tomorrow |
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Think of my lifelong sorrow |
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| F#7 | Ab7 | | At | least there will be plenty im | plied |
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If you caught pneumonia and died |
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| C# | C#7 | | I | really can’t | stay |
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| Eb7 | Ab7 | C# | | Ah but it’s | cold | out | side |
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| Eb7 | Ab7 | C# | | Baby it’s | cold, | cold out | side |
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