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
I never feared the rain Until you turned to me and said it failed again It makes a perfect day so lame And leads as halfway to nowhere So the players
Small wonder you've matured from her She's gone now, back in England She got spirit, will go farther But she can't see the romance in the colour of your
When they look around And they will look around They'll be without the kind of things We lax about Do with backround inventions For one last glimpse to
I swear at you for leaving, Like I cursed at you when you stayed And I run you out, pass you round Scrape you 'bout, fade you out Running good rings around
You've been a long, time coming home Time coming home, time coming home You've been a long, time coming home Time coming home, time coming home You've
Cariadon ffol, cariadon yforu Cariadon ffol, cariadon yforu Awn gyda'r llif... Awn gyda'r llif... Pwy wnaeth ti'n ddel? Pwy wnaeth ti fel y diafol?
The months don't matter, they're laughing at you And I'll stay in bed if I want to Well is it Monday, let it be Sunday I think a diary would help, don
If I was with a woman, she'd wonder what was happening Little things would slowly go askew If I was with a woman, I'd make her quite unhappy Specially
While there's a show left to perform Smooth down your hair and put your make-up on You'll face another night in So close your mind no one will follow
I'd be your Baba Papa I'd be your Baba Papa If you'd be a Baba Papa to me I'd be your table and chair Philippe Starck or Bill Umblair If you'd be a Baba
If you swing to and fro Let your inhibitions go They're crippling and useless I'll be your enemy If that's what you want me to be Yeah that will do nicely
You ran out of stories and the night is long Like the iciest winter, we struggle, the bond has gone Traps sprung in conversation And your silence is welcome
Forgive me if I seem To be impatient and obscene It's just bad luck to fall so flat And hear the voices shouting back Tinkerbell should have waited before
I've got my work cut out with you You tore bits out of me Your carpet burns and bruises blue Are there for all to see But I can tell, you've been through
Jump streams that cut across the bed Leaving colours there instead See lines I'm drawing to an end But ignore them And if I say how I feel again Is it
Don't be so hard on yourself...
Well I know what I like and I like what I see I know what I want and I know what I need And the more that I get the more that I need So if you're coming
