Get out of town,
Before it´s 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, it´s getting me down
So, on your mark, get set,
Get out of town