Thursday, October 13, 2005

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Baby, It's Cold Outside
music and lyric by Frank Loesser

Mouse: I really can't stay.
Wolf: But baby, it's cold outside!
Mouse: I've got to go 'way---
Wolf: But baby, it's cold outside!
Mouse: This evening has been---
Wolf: Been hoping that you'd drop in.
Mouse: So very nice.
Wolf: I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice.
Mouse: My mother will start to worry---
Wolf: Beautiful, what's your hurry?
Mouse: And father will be pacing the floor.
Wolf: Listen to the fireplace roar!
Mouse: So really I'd better scurry.
Wolf: Beautiful, please don't hurry.
Mouse: Well maybe just a half a drink more.
Wolf: Put some records on while I pour.
Mouse: The neighbors might think---
Wolf: But baby, it's bad out there.
Mouse: Say, what's in this drink?
Wolf: No cabs to be had out there.
Mouse: I wish I knew how---
Wolf: Your eyes are like starlight now.
Mouse: To break the spell.
Wolf: I'll take your hat. Your hair looks swell.
Mouse: I ought to say, "No, no, no, sir!"
Wolf: Mind if I move in closer?
Mouse: At least I'm gonna say that I tried.
Wolf: What's the sense in hurting my pride?
Mouse: I really can't stay.
Wolf: Oh, baby, don't hold out.
Mouse: Ah, but it's---
Wolf: Cold outside...

Mouse: I simply must go!
Wolf: But baby, it's cold outside!
Mouse: The answer is no!
Wolf: But baby, it's cold outside.
Mouse: The welcome has been---
Wolf: How lucky that you dropped in!
Mouse: So very nice and warm.
Wolf: Look out the window at that storm.
Mouse: My sister will be suspicious.
Wolf: Gosh, your lips look delicious.
Mouse: My brother will be there at the door.
Wolf: Waves upon a tropical shore!
Mouse: My maiden aunt's mind is vicious.
Wolf: Gosh, your lips are delicious.
Mouse: Well, maybe just a cigarette more.
Wolf: Never such a blizzard before...

Mouse: I've got to get home.
Wolf: But baby, you'd freeze out there.
Mouse: Say, lend me your comb.
Wolf: It's up to your knees out there.
Mouse: You've really been grand---
Wolf: Your eyes are like starlight now.
Mouse: But don't you see---
Wolf: How can you do this thing to me?
Mouse: There's bound to be talk tomorrow.
Wolf: Think of my lifelong sorrow---
Mouse: At least there will be plenty implied.
Wolf: If you caught pneumonia and died.
Mouse: I really can't stay.
Wolf: Get over that old doubt.
Mouse: Ah, but---
Wolf: Baby, it's
Both: Cold outside...


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