The reason was because I realize that a cherished holiday song from the past is actually kind-of a song about date rape. Seriously.
Baby, It's Cold Outside has been a holiday classic forever, and everybody from Dean Martin to CeeLo Green have covered it. Recently, we did what's called "flipping to Christmas" at my radio station, which basically means a fairly popular station in our cluster "flips" its format to all-Christmas, all the time. The first song we played was BICO. I got there early to listen to the "flip" live and fix any small glitches that might appear... luckily there was only one, easily fixed, which is surprising because I had to build the imaging for it from the ground up... usually it's been our Soft AC station to do it (think James Taylor and The Carpenters... basically Doctor's office background music. However, earlier this year we flipped that station to New Country, so the only one in our cluster who we could viably flip was our Hot AC (Maroon 5, Pink, Lorde etc). This is a huge risk, but I think we were right to do it, because all of our other stations either had week signals or were too grounded in their audience to do it. (In my eyes, anyway... I have no actual insight into these decisions.)
So this was the first time I actually paid attention to the song, and it was just so unsettling. I'd only heard it as I've heard most Christmas songs, kind of in the background. Now that I paid attention it was fucking creepy.
First, I had thought the guy was the one wanting the girl to let him stay because of the weather. It's the opposite--she's trying to leave, he's the one trying to talk her into staying because of the inclement weather.
It just gets creepier and creepier. He talks her into staying for just half a drink more, but soon she's asking, "Say what's in this drink?" HULLO ROOFIES. And he's having none of her reasoning for why she doesn't want to stay... never mind that her family might get worried or she might be shamed by spending the night with somebody she's not married to, he's got a peen going and he's too lazy to just fap it himself at his laptop on Fleshbot. He eventually guilts her into staying, with a dismissal of her reasons, "get over that holdout." Then presumably he shame-screws her and high-fives all the guys in the office over his achievement, while the girls in the typing pool tut-tut the woman's lack of chastity.
Oh and... MERRY CHRISTMAS!