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 Well maybe just a half a drink more Put some music on while I pour The neighbors might think Baby, it’s bad out there Say, what’s in this drink No cabs to had out there I wish I knew how Your eyes are like To break the spell I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell I ought to say no, no, no, sir Mind if I move closer At least I’m gonna say that I tried What’s the sense in hunting my pride? I really can’t stay Baby don’t hold out Ahh, but it’s cold ouside C’mon baby