Get out Of Town

Get out Of Town - Anita O'Day

The farce was ended

The curtains drawn

And I at least pretended

That love was dead and gone

But now from nowhere

You came 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 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

So close to me dear

We touch too much

The thrill when we meet

Is so bittersweet that

Darling is getting me down

So on your mark

Setting

Get out of town

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

When you are near

So close to me dear

We touch too much

The thrill when we meet

Is so bittersweet

That darling is getting me down

So on your mark

Get set

Get out of town

Get out of town