Baby It's Cold Outside / Frío Frío Lyrics - Adrienne Houghton

I really can't stay 

baby, it's cold outside 

I've got to go away 

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 to worry 

Beautiful, what's your hurry? 

My father will be pacing the floor 

Listen to the fireplace roar 

So really I'd better scurry 

Adrienne, please don't hurry 

Well, maybe just half a drink more 

Put some records on while I pour 

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The neighbors might think 

Baby, it's bad out there 

Say what's in this drink 

No cabs to be had baby 

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 of hurting my pride 

I really can't stay 

Baby, don't hold doubt 

Oh but, it's cold outside 

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I simply must go 

Baby, it's cold outside 

The answer is no 

Baby, it's cold outside 

The welcome has been 

How lucky that you dropped in 

So nice and warm 

Look out the window at the 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 

Did I say your lips look delicious 

But maybe just kiss a bit more 

Never such a blizzard before 

I got to 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 life long sorrow 

At least there will be plenty implied 

If you caught pneumonia and died 

I really can't stay 

Get over that old doubt 

Baby, it's cold 

Baby, it's cold outside 

Frio, Frio [?]