My sister reminded me of this video. And it just seems so very relevant at the moment.

I can be sweet and ladylike only so far. *giggles* When the dashing gentleman presses his intentions in such a charming way how can any girl resist. I love the little procrastinations and the half hearted attempts at finding reasons to leave.

Big band, dat Tom Jones voice, teasing and stilletos... My recent nights in a nutshell... Just add the Goon Show and it's practically spot on. Also, posting this whilst the better half is away so he can't reply... *evil laugh* He does tease out the devil girl in me.

I really can't stay

But baby, it's cold outside

I've got to go away

Ah, 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

My mother will start to worry

Beautiful, what's your hurry

My father will be pacing the floor

Listen to that fireplace roar

So really I'd better scurry

Oh beautiful, please don't hurry

Maybe just a half a drink more

Why don't you put some records on while I pour

The neighbours might think

Oh baby, it's bad out there

Say, what's in this drink

There's 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 ought to say no, no, no, sir

Mind if I move a little 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

Ahh, but it's cold outside

I simply must go

Oh, baby, it's cold outside

The answer is no

You know it's cold outside

This welcome has been

I'm lucky that you dropped in

So nice and warm

Look out the window at that storm

My sister will be suspicious

Oh, your lips look delicious

My brother will be there at the door

Like waves upon a tropical shore

My maiden aunt's mind is vicious

Mmmm, your lips are delicious

Well maybe just a cigarette more

Never such a blizzard before

I've got to go home

Ah, baby, you would freeze out there

Say, lend me a comb

You know it's up to your knees out there

You've really been grand

I thrill when you touch my hand

But don't you see

How can you do this thing to me

There's bound to be talk tomorrow

Making my life long sorrow

At least there will plenty implied

If you caught pneumonia and died

I really can't stay

Get over that old out

Ah but it's cold outside

Bloody freezin' innit!


No infringement intended, copyright Frank Loesser, Tom "The Voice" Jones and Cerys Matthews.


I'd like to add that, as sexy as Cerys is, I walk and dance far better in 6 inch spike heels. XD