Misha, It's Cold Outside
Ever noticed how the lyrics of Baby it's cold outside are actually really quite creepy? Well, uh, I took that to a whole new level. So I feel I should add that this is not a representation of my intentions.
2 Voices: Misha, Creeper, Both
I really can't stay
But Misha it's cold outside
I've got to go away
But Misha it's cold outside
The evening has been
Been praying that you'd drop in
A little weird
All I tried to do was stroke your beard
My baby will start worry
Beautiful what’s your hurry?
And my wife will be pacing the floor
The pizza man is bringing us more
So really I'd better scurry
Misha, now there’s no hurry
But maybe just a half a drink more
Wait ‘til you see what is in store
The neighbours might think
The neighbours are far from here
Say, what's in this drink?
Rohypnol! - I mean - beer
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like starlight now [that’s the roofies]
To break the spell
Is that chloroform? What can you smell?
I ought to say, "No, no, no mam"
Don’t think about Dean or of Sam
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
Just let this needle go in your side.
I really can't stay
Baby don't pass out
Ah, but it's cold outside
-interludey bit-
You simply can’t go
was I passed out for a long time?
My answer is no
wait, why are my hands all tied?
This evening has been
what chains have you locked me in?
So nice and warm
when people notice that I’m gone -
My sister will be suspicious
Oh, your lips look delicious
My brothers will be there at the door
Like waves upon a tropical shore
My family’s smites are vicious
Mmm, your lips are delicious
Can I at least get up off the floor?
Maybe you would like a bed more
I've got to go home
Ah, Misha, you would freeze out there
please return my clothes
stay down on your knees, my dear
You've really been grand
I thrill when you touch my hand
But let me free
How can you do this thing to me
I’m bound to be sore tomorrow
Making my life long sorrow
My tweets will make things plenty implied
You can’t go far when your limbs are tied
I really can't stay
Get over that old out
Ah but it's cold outside
2 Voices: Misha, Creeper, Both
I really can't stay
But Misha it's cold outside
I've got to go away
But Misha it's cold outside
The evening has been
Been praying that you'd drop in
A little weird
All I tried to do was stroke your beard
My baby will start worry
Beautiful what’s your hurry?
And my wife will be pacing the floor
The pizza man is bringing us more
So really I'd better scurry
Misha, now there’s no hurry
But maybe just a half a drink more
Wait ‘til you see what is in store
The neighbours might think
The neighbours are far from here
Say, what's in this drink?
Rohypnol! - I mean - beer
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like starlight now [that’s the roofies]
To break the spell
Is that chloroform? What can you smell?
I ought to say, "No, no, no mam"
Don’t think about Dean or of Sam
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
Just let this needle go in your side.
I really can't stay
Baby don't pass out
Ah, but it's cold outside
-interludey bit-
You simply can’t go
was I passed out for a long time?
My answer is no
wait, why are my hands all tied?
This evening has been
what chains have you locked me in?
So nice and warm
when people notice that I’m gone -
My sister will be suspicious
Oh, your lips look delicious
My brothers will be there at the door
Like waves upon a tropical shore
My family’s smites are vicious
Mmm, your lips are delicious
Can I at least get up off the floor?
Maybe you would like a bed more
I've got to go home
Ah, Misha, you would freeze out there
please return my clothes
stay down on your knees, my dear
You've really been grand
I thrill when you touch my hand
But let me free
How can you do this thing to me
I’m bound to be sore tomorrow
Making my life long sorrow
My tweets will make things plenty implied
You can’t go far when your limbs are tied
I really can't stay
Get over that old out
Ah but it's cold outside