Baby, It’s Cold Outside Tom Jones (Ft. Cerys Matthews)

I really can't stay
But baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away
Ah, 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 that fireplace roar

So really I'd better scurry
Oh beautiful, please don't hurry
Maybe just a half a drink more
Why don't you put some records on while I pour

The neighbours might think
Oh baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink
There's no cabs to be had out there

I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell
I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell