L’attesa per il nuovo album continua, intanto però Avril Lavigne regala ai suoi fans la cover di Baby It’s Cold Outside
Altra traccia natalizia, questa volta registrata da Avril Lavigne e Jonny Blu. Si tratta di una cover di un intramontabile classico del periodo, Baby It’s Cold Outside (premio Oscar nel 1950).
Il brano al momento risulta essere un’esclusiva Apple, ma non è da escludere che prossimamente verrà aggiunto nel catalogo Spotify. Intanto lo potete ascoltare qui:
Testo
I really can’t stay – Baby it’s cold outside
I’ve got to go away – But 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?
Father will be pacing the floor – Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I’d better scurry – Beautiful, please don’t hurry
But maybe just a half a drink more – Put some records on while I pour
The neighbors might think – Baby, it’s bad out there
Say, what’s in this drink? – 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 – Do you mind if I move in closer?
At least I’m gonna say that I tried – What’s the sense in hurting my pride?
I really can’t stay – Oh baby don’t hold out
Baby it’s cold outside
I simply must go – But baby it’s cold outside
The answer is no – Oh but baby it’s cold outside
This welcome has been – I’m so lucky that you dropped in
So very warm – Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious – Gosh, your lips look delicious
My brother will be there at the door – Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious – Oh your lips so delicious
Well, maybe just a cigarette more – Never such a blizzard before
I got to go home – But baby you’ll freeze out there
Say, lend me your coat – It’s up to your knees out there
You’ve really been grand – I trill 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 – Think of my lifelong sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied – If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can’t stay – Get over that old out
But baby it’s cold, baby it’s outside
