Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Idina Menzel
Ведущий вокал
Michael Bublé
Ведущий вокал
Walter Afanasieff
Клавишные инструменты
Nathan East
Бас-гитара
Vinnie Colaiuta
Барабаны
Tyler Gordon
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Frank Loesser
Автор песен
Walter Afanasieff
Аранжировщик
William Ross
Аранжировщик
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Adrian Bradford
Дополнительный инженер
Walter Afanasieff
Продюсер
Andy Zisakis
Ассистент инженера
Chandler Harrod
Ассистент инженера
Dan Fyfe
Ассистент инженера
Milton Gutierrez
Ассистент инженера
David Reitzas
Инженер звукозаписи
Tyler Gordon
Инженер звукозаписи
Bernie Grundman
Мастеринг-инженер
Tommy Vicari
Инженер
Larry Mah
Инженер
Слова
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
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
Beautiful, please don't hurry
But maybe just a hald a drink more
I'll put some records on while I pour
The neighbors might think
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 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 in hurting my pride?
I really can't stay
Baby, don't hold out
Baby, it's cold outside
Ugh, you're very pushy, you know?
I'd like to think of it as opportunistic
I simply must go
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 delicious
My brother will be there at the door
Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious
Gosh, your lips are delicious
But maybe just cigarette more
Never such a blizzard before
I've got to get home
Baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb?
It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand
I thrill when I touch your 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 got pneumonia and died
I really can't stay
Get over that hold out
Baby, it's cold
Baby, it's cold outside
Okay, fine, just another drink
That took a lot of convincing
Writer(s): Frank Loesser
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