Get out of town
Before it's too late, my love.
Get out of town,
Be good to mister 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!