It's snowy outside and call me crazy but I like it...
no really I do, nobody paid me to say that.
no really I do, nobody paid me to say that.
I like being cozy inside, I like watching the fluffy snowflakes falling (which they
are doing right now), and I like how it makes me think of Christmas (I am allowed to
talk about Christmas now that Thanksgiving has past). I like putting on this song"Baby, It's Cold Outside" originally written by Frank Loesser who wrote the duet in 1944 and premiered the song with his wife, Lynn Garland, at their housewarming party
I've got to go away (but 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 just like ice)
My mother will start worry (beautiful whats your hurry)
My father will be pacing the floor (listen to the fireplace roar)
So really i'd better scurry (beautiful please don't hurry)
but maybe just a half a drink more (put some records on while i pour)
the neighbors might faint (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 this 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 in hurtin' my pride)
i really can't stay (oh baby don't hold out)
i simply must go (but baby it's cold outside)
the answer is no (but baby it's cold outside)
your welcome has been (how lucky that you droped in)
so nice and warm (look out the window at that storm)
my sister will be suspicious (gosh your lips look delcious)
my brother will be there at the door (waves upon the tropical shore)
my maiden aunts mind is vicious (gosh your lips are delicous)
but maybe just a cigarette more (never such a blizzard before)
i've gotta get home (but baby you'd freeze out there)
say lend me a coat (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 got namonia and died)
i really can't stay (get over that old out)
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