baby it's cold outside. This evening has been - i'll hold your hand,
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. Well maybe just a half a drink more - why don't you put
some music on while i pour
ray charles et betty carter " baby it's cold outside "
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