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 off the trees? Just disappear, I care for you much too much, And when you are near, Close to me, dear We touch too much. The thrill when we meet Is so bitter sweet that, Darling, It's getting me down. So on your mark, get set, Get out of town.