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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anne Murray
Anne Murray
Performer
Steve Sexton
Steve Sexton
Keyboards
Rick Wilkins
Rick Wilkins
Performer
Michael Francis
Michael Francis
Guitar
Aidan Mason
Aidan Mason
Guitar
Peter Cardinali
Peter Cardinali
Bass
Lou Pomanti
Lou Pomanti
Keyboards
Verne Dorge
Verne Dorge
Saxophone
Dawn Langstroth
Dawn Langstroth
Background Vocals
Cindy Church
Cindy Church
Background Vocals
William Langstroth
William Langstroth
Background Vocals
Bill Langstroth
Bill Langstroth
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Loesser
Frank Loesser
Songwriter
Rick Wilkins
Rick Wilkins
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anne Murray
Anne Murray
Producer
Steve Sexton
Steve Sexton
Producer
Jeff Pelletier
Jeff Pelletier
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jeff Wolpert
Jeff Wolpert
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
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 hopin' that you'd drop in
So very nice
I'll hold your hands, their 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
Beautiful, please don't hurry
Or maybe just a half a drink more
Put some music on while I pour
The neighbors might think
Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink?
Are 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
I oughta say no, no, no, sir
You mind if I move a little closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
Well what's the sense in hurtin' my pride?
I really can't stay
Baby, don't hold out
Ah, but it's cold outside
[Verse 2]
I simply must go
Baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no
Oh, it's cold out there
This welcome has been
How lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm
Look out the window at that store
My sister will be suspicious
Hey, your lips look delicious
My brother will be there at the door
Like waves on a tropical shore
My maiden man's mind is vicious
Gosh, your lips look delicious
Well, maybe just a half a drink more
There's never such a blessed before
I've got to get home
But, baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me a comb
It's up to you knees out there
We've really been grand
Your eyes are like starlight now
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'll be plenty implied
If you're caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay
Get over that old out
Ah, but it's cold outside
[Verse 3]
Baby, it's cold outside
Written by: Frank Loesser

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