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Baby It’s Cold Inside
Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott
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🇬🇧 English · Original
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You really must go, I've forgotten my fleece
Blockaded by snow, I'll call the police
Theatre queues, traditional pubs
Unwanted touches and overlong hugs
From Alcatraz to Wormwood Scrubs
Baby it's cold, your chat up lines old
Baby it's cold inside
You've tried being subtle, you've ended up rude
In between sarcastic, foul-mouthed and crude
But this gathering storm is not one you brewed
Baby it's cold inside
You're ruining my night, you'll soon change your mind
Let's kiss and not fight, go kiss my behind
Driving instructor's hand on the knee
Too drunk to drive or just lost his key
Stick 'em in slammer at the old HMP
Baby it's cold, maybe he's bold
Baby he's better inside
You've tried being subtle, you've ended up rude
In between sarcastic, foul-mouthed and crude
But this gathering storm is not one you brewed
Baby it's cold inside
You've told him that he's ugly, implied that you're gay
STD you're carrying, it just won't go away
Tell him that you'll call police, see what they might say
Baby it's cold inside
Once they get started, rarely it stops
Arm 'round your shoulder at Top of the Pops
Only a punch or a slap 'round the chops
Baby it's cold, he's tightened his hold
Baby he's better inside
You've tried being subtle, you've ended up rude
In between sarcastic, foul-mouthed and crude
But this gathering storm is not one you brewed
Baby it's cold inside