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Baby, It's CoId Outsid.e

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real - Iy can't stay, Sot to go'way,
neifrr -u,ír, might thiík,. what's in that drink?

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But ba-by, it's bad-- out there,- No cabs to be had.

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This eve-ning has been so ve-ry rce
I wish I knew how to break the spell.

.* out - side,- Been hop-ing that You'd-droP in, .- I'11 hold your hands
out there,- Your eyes are like star - Iight now/_ I'll take your hat.-
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My moth - er will start to wor - ry and
I ought to say, "No, Ilo, ¡lo, sir." At

thev're just like ice. Beau - ti ful, what's yout

vour hair looks swell. Mind if I move in

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Beau - ti - ful, please don't hur - r!, Put some re - cords on while I Pour.

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least I'm gon - na say that I've lried. T real - ly can't stay,--

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Lyric for second verse: She He

I simply must go, But baby it's cold outside,

The answer is no, But baby, it's cold outside,
The welcome has been How lucky that you dropped in,
So nice and warm. Look out the window at that storm'
My sister will be suspicious. Gosh, your lips look delicious,
My brother will be there at the door, Waves upon a tropical shore,
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious, Gosh, your lips are delicious,
Well maybe just a cigarette more' NIever such a blizzard before.
I've got to get home, But baby, you'd freeze out there,
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Say lend me a comb, It's up to your knees out there,
You've really been grand, I thrill when you touch my lrand,
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But don't you see How can you do this thing to me?
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There's bound to be talk tomorrow Think of my lifelong sorrow
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¡ At least there will be plenty implied, If you caught pneumonia and died.
I reatly can't stay, Get over that old doubt,
Ah, but it's cold outside. Baby, it's cold outside.