Paroles de Get Out Of Town

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 of the trees Just disappear I care for you much, too much And when you're near, close to me, dear 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