| Brrr, ah, that’s nice, now we’re inside. |
| Did you have a good time tonight,
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| Carmen?
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| Oh, I had a wonderful time, Sam
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| Oh, good, well, I figured it’d be so much nicer here than outdoors, you know,
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| where the fireplace is going. |
| It’s nice, it’s cozy, it’s warm and nice…
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| Ah yeah, I really can’t stay
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| I’ve got to go away
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| This evening has been
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| So very nice
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| My mother will start to worry
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| And father will be pacing the floor
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| So really I’d better scurry
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| Well, maybe just half a drink more
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| The neighbors might think
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| Say, what’s in this drink?
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| I wish I knew how
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| To break this spell
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| I ought to say no, no, no, sir
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| At least I’m gonna say that I tried
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| I really can’t stay
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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 you’d drop in
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| I’ll hold your hands
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| They’re just like ice
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| Beautiful, what’s your hurry?
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| Listen to that fireplace roar
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| Beautiful, please don’t hurry
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| Put some records on while I pour
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| But, baby, it’s bad out there
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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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| Mind if I move in closer?
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| What’s the sense of hurting my pride?
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| Oh, baby, don’t hold out
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| Ah, but, it’s cold outside
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| Now, that’s nicer isn’t it? |
| We’ve got the magazines all put away.
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| We’re all comfy and warm and… well, Carmen, now…
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| Uh-uh, I simply must go
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| The answer is no, Sam
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| The welcome has been
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| So nice and warm
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| My sister will be suspicious
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| My brother will be there at the door
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| My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious
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| Well, maybe just a cigarette more
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| I’ve got to get home
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| Sam, lend me a comb
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| You’ve really been grand
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| But don’t you see?
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| There’s bound to be talk tomorrow
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| At least there will be plenty implied
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| I really can’t stay
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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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| Gosh, your lips look delicious
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| Like waves upon a tropical shore
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| Gosh, your lips are delicious
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| Never such a blizzard before
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| But, baby, you’ll freeze out there!
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| It’s up to your knees out there
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| I thrill when you touch my hand
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| How can you do this thing to me?
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| Think of my life long sorrow
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| If you caught pneumonia and died
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| Get over that old doubt
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| Ah, but it’s cold outside |