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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kelly Clarkson
Kelly Clarkson
Vocals
Ronnie Dunn
Ronnie Dunn
Vocals
Greg Kurstin
Greg Kurstin
Piano
Gabriel Noel
Gabriel Noel
Bass
Roy McCurdy
Roy McCurdy
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Loesser
Frank Loesser
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ronnie Dunn
Ronnie Dunn
Vocal Recording Engineer
Greg Kurstin
Greg Kurstin
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Matt Coles
Matt Coles
Vocal Recording Engineer
Shawn Daugherty
Shawn Daugherty
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

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 hoping that you'd drop by) 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 the fireplace roar) So really I'd better scurry (beautiful, please don't hurry) Or maybe just a half a drink more (put some records on while I pour) The neighbours might think (oh, it's bad out there) Say, what's in this drink? (No carbs 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 (mind if I move in closer?) At least I'm gonna say that I tried (what's the sense in hurting my pride?) You know I really can't stay (baby, don't hold out) Ah, but it's cold outside I simply must go (baby, it's cold outside) The answer is no (baby, it's cold outside) This welcome has been (baby, it's cold outside) 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 (mmm, your lips are delicious) Or maybe just a cigarette more (never such a blizzard before) I've got to get home (baby, you'll freeze out there) Say, lend me your coat (it's up to your knees out there) You've really been grand (I feel it 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 lifelong sorrow) At least they'll be plenty advised (if you caught pneumonia and died) You know I really can't stay (get over that hold out) Ah, but it's cold outside
Writer(s): Frank Loesser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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