Dancing in the kitchen.

I’m not a big fan of Christmas music. It usually depresses me or annoys me to death, but we just got this compilation of that ‘festive’ stuff, and I really dig it. Its got that sassy swing style, Dean Martin, Nat King Cole, Shawn Calvin, Peggy Lee…all that jazz, yeah. Its good. So Sophia, Emily and I were just dancing to it whilst we cleaned the kitchen (Sophia loved ‘Feliz Navidad’, and insisted on playing it over and over, damn you Dora! May you live forever in utter damnation and never explore with your backpack and map again! May you stop brain washing my little sister with your infernal elementary Spanish!). * ahem* Here it my personal favorite…This version is preformed by Johnny Mercer and Margaret Whiting, and it’s the best I’ve ever heard.

I really can’t stay (Baby, it’s cold outside)
I’ve got to go ‘way (Baby, it’s cold outside)
This evening has been (I’ve been hopin’ that you’d drop in)
So very nice (I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice)

My mother will start to worry (Hey beautiful, what’s your hurry?)
And father will be pacing the floor (Listen to that fireplace roar)
So really, I’d better scurry (Beautiful, please don’t hurry)
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 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 oughtta say no, no, no sir (You mind if I move in closer?)
At least I’m gonna say that I tried (And what’s the sense in hurting my pride?)
I really can’t stay (Oh baby, don’t hold out)
Oh, but it’s cold outside

I simply must go (But baby it’s cold outside)
The answer is no (Baby, it’s cold outside)
The welcome has been (So lucky that you dropped in)
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 (Oh you lips are delicious)
Well 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 a comb (It’s up to your knees out there)
You’ve really been grand (I thrill when you touch my hand)
Oh, but don’t you see (How can you do this thing to me)

There’s bound to be talk tomorrow (Well, think of my lifelong sorrow)
At least there will be plenty implied (If you caught pneumonia and died)
I really can’t stay (Get over that hold out)
Oh, but baby it’s cold outside…