Get Out of the Town
Get out of town,Before it's too late, my loveGet out of town,Be good to me please
Why wish me harm?Why not retire to a farm?And be contented to charm?The birds off the trees
Just disappearI care for you much too muchAnd when you are near,Close to me, darlingWe touch too muchJust disappearI care for you much too muchAnd when you are near,Close to me, darlingWe touch too much
The thrill when we meetIs so bittersweetThat, darling, it's getting me downSo, on your mark, get set,Get out of town...