I really can't stay
But baby it's cold outside
I've got to go way
Whoa, but it's cold outside
This evening has been
In hopin that you'd drop in
So very nice
I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to warn me
Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor
Listen to the fireside roar
Well really, I should just scurry
Beautiful, please don't hurry
But maybe just to have a drink more
Put a record on while I pour