Get Out Of Town

But now, from nowhere,

You come to me as before

To take my heart,

And break my heart once more.



Get out of town

Before it's too late, my love.

Get out of town,

Be good to mr. 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!