Lyrics Barry Manilow

Barry Manilow

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Well honeybunch

It's been fun

But gotta run

Oh sweetlips

Stay a little while longer won't you

No it's very late baby

I really got to go

But look at the weather

You'll catch cold out there

And I would never forgive myself

Oh you

Come on just one more night cap

No I shouldn't

Come on

No well

I really can't stay

But baby it's cold outside

I got to go away

But baby it's cold outside

This evening has been

And hoping that you drop in

So very nice

I'll hold your hands

There just like ice

My mother will start to worry

Beautiful what's your hurry

And father will be pacing the floor

Listen to the fireplace roar

So really I better scurry

Beautiful please don't go

Well maybe just a half drink more

Put some records on while I pour

The neighbors might think

But 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 stars tonight

To break this spell

I'll take your hat

Your hair looks swell

I oughta 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 on

Ah but it's cold outside

Well I must say

This couch is very comfortable

It's not a couch puddin' pop

It's a love seat

Oh how you talk

Oh Barry

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 good

My brother will be there at the door

Like waves upon a tropical storm

My maiden aunt's mind is vicious

Gosh your lips are delicious

Well maybe just a cigarrette more

Never said your blues will be for

I've got to get home

But baby you'll freeze out there

Say darling can you lend me your comb

It's up to your knees out there

You 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 in life

If you caught pneumonia and died

I really can't stay

Get over that hold out

Ah but it's cold outside

Well I don't know

I don't got to go home

Hey look it's starting to snow

Oh you arranged that didn't you?

See now you gotta stay

Well, I guess I won't be able to find a cab

No cabs

And the buses they never run

They'll never run in snow like this

Let me take your coat

Well tomorrow is Sunday isn't it?

And I don't have to go to work

See isn't that better

And who knows how long it will keep snowing

It can snow for a long time, Kate

What are you doing?

Well now yeah