I listened to this song the other day because it's on the Christmas mix on my iPod, and I have to say it could just as easily be called "Prelude to a Sex Crime." I get that the woman in this tune is torn between knowing she should leave and wanting to stay, but the man's persistence is downright creepy -- the part with the drink gives away his evil intentions. She's lucky to have escaped with her life.
PROSECUTOR: Tell us what happened next. VICTIM: He kept telling me how cold it was outside. PROSECUTOR: And was it cold? VICTIM: I mean, it was cold, but nothing out of the ordinary. It's winter in New England. It's always cold. PROSECUTOR: And did there come a point where you became frightened? VICTIM: Yes. I asked him for "half a drink" more, at which point he asked me to put some music on while he fixed it for me. PROSECUTOR: Then what happened? VICTIM: The drink tasted funny. I asked him what was in it, but he didn't respond. All he said was, "No cabs to be had out there." PROSECUTOR: Do you think he was trying to distract you by having you put on the music while he made the drink? DEFENSE ATTORNEY: Objection! Calls for speculation.