Get out of town, Before itÂŽs too late, my love Get 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 disappear I care for you much too much And when you are near, Close to me, darling We touch too much The thrill when we meet Is so bittersweet That, darling, itÂŽs getting me down So, on your mark, get set, Get out of town