Ella Fitzgerald - Get Out Of Town Lyrics
Get out of townBefore its too late my loveGet out of townBe good to me pleaseWhy wish me harmWhy not retire to a farmAnd be contented to charmThe birds off the treesJust disappearI care for you much too muchAnd when youre near, close to me dearWe touch too muchThe thrill when we meet is so bittersweetThat darling, its getting me downSo on your mark get setGet out of town