Baby, It’s Cold Outside Frank Sinatra (Ft. Dorothy Kirsten)

I really can't stay
Baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away
Baby, it's cold out there
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 you're hurry
And father
Will be
Pacing the floor
Listen
To that fireplace
Roar
So really
I'd better scurry
Beautiful
Please don't hurry
Well, maybe
Just a half
A drink more
Put some records on
While i pour