Letras: Glee. Glee: The Music, The Christmas Album. Baby, It's Cold Outside.

Kurt: I really can't stay
(Blaine: Baby it's cold outside)
Kurt: I've got to go away
(Blaine: Baby it's cold outside)
Kurt: This evening has been
(Blaine: Was hoping that you'd drop in)
Kurt: So very nice
(Blaine: I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice)
Kurt: My mother will start to worry
(Blaine: Beautiful what's the hurry)
Kurt: My father will be pacing the floor
(Blaine: Listen to the fireplace roar)
Kurt: Really I'd better scurry
(Blaine: Beautiful please don't hurry)
Kurt: Well maybe just half a drink more
(Blaine: Put some records on while I pour)
Kurt: The neighbors might think
(Blaine: Baby it's bad out there)
Kurt: Say what's in this drink?
(Blaine: No cabs to be had out there)
Kurt: I wish I knew how
(Blaine: Your eyes are like starlight now)
Kurt: To break the spell
(Blaine: I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell)
Kurt: I ought to say no no no sir
(Blaine: Mind if I move in closer?)
Kurt: At least I'm gonna say that I tried
(Blaine: What's the sense of hurting my pride?)
Kurt: I really can't stay
(Blaine: Baby don't hold out)
Both: Oh but (Blaine: baby) it's cold outside

Kurt: I simply must go
(Blaine: But baby it's cold outside)

Kurt: The answer is no
(Blaine: But baby it's cold outside)
Kurt: This welcome has been
(Blaine: How lucky that you dropped in)
Kurt: So nice and warm
(Blaine: Look out the window at that storm)
Kurt: My sister will be suspicious
(Blaine: Gosh your lips look delicious)
Kurt: My brother will be there at the door
(Blaine: Waves upon a tropical shore)
Kurt: My maiden aunt's mind is vicious
(Blaine: Ooh your lips are delicious)
Kurt: But maybe just a cigarette more
(Blaine: Never such a blizzard before)
Kurt: I've got to get home
(Blaine: But baby you'll freeze out there)
Kurt: Say, lend me a coat?
(Blaine: It's up to your knees out there)
Kurt: You've really been grand
(Blaine: I'm thrilled when you touch my hair)
Kurt: But don't you see
(Blaine: How can you do this thing to me?)
Kurt: There's bound to be talk tomorrow
(Blaine: Think of my lifelong sorrow)
Kurt: At least it will be plenty implied
(Blaine: If you got pneumonia and died)
Kurt: I really can't stay
(Blaine: Get over that hold out)

Both: (Blaine: Ooh baby) (Kurt: Oh but) it's cold outside