Song- Baby It's Cold Outside

Artist- Idina Menzel and Michael Bublé

(Even though there are many great versions of this song out there, this one is my favourite)

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I really can't stay

Baby, it's cold outside

I gotta go away

Baby, it's cold outside

This evening has been

Been hoping that you'd drop in

So very nice

I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

You had been out with Bucky and it was starting to get late. Bucky was trying to convince you that it was too cold to go home.

My mother will start to worry

Beautiful, what's your hurry?

My father will be pacing the floor

Listen to that fire place roar

So really I'd better scurry

Beautiful, please don't hurry

But maybe just half a drink more

I'll put some records on while I pour

You had told your family you were going to be home hours ago but you had stayed for just one more drink. Bucky was making up all sorts of excuses to get you to stay.

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 (well, thank you), your hair looks swell

You were almost out the door but Bucky it was like had you under some kind of spell. His beautiful blue eyes were so hypnotic and that smirk just made you melt.

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 of hurting my pride?

I really can't stay

Baby, don't hold out

Baby, it's cold outside

When Bucky held you against his warm body, it made you feel like you were the only two people in the world and you never wanted that feeling to end.

(You're very pushy, you know)

(I'd like to think of it as opportunistic)

"Call it what you want mister, I said I've gotta go," you said, tapping his nose.

I simply must go

Baby, it's cold outside

The answer is "No"

But, baby, it's cold outside

(come on)

The welcome has been

How lucky that you dropped in

So nice and warm

Look out the window at that storm

"Come on, Doll, you'll freeze out there. It's very unlikely you'll get a cab. Stay with me."

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 a cigarette more

(and I don't even smoke)

Never such a blizzard before

Bucky captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

"Fine, if you must go, can you at least leave me these beautiful lips of yours?" he smirked.

I gotta 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 feel when I touch your hand

But don't you see

How can you do this thing to me?

You looked at your messy hair in the mirror. What would your family think if they saw it like this? You could just blame it on the weather...

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

By now it was too dark and way too cold to go home. There was no sense getting pneumonia by trying to brave the storm.

(OK, fine, just another drink then

Well, it took a lot of convincing)

That night, you ended up staying with Bucky. You certainly got a lecture the following day when you finally got home but you eventually convinced them that there was no other way. Besides, it's not like what they were thinking wasn't true or anything.