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Get Out Of Town
Cole Porter // 1938

The farce was ended
The curtains drawn
And I at least pretended
That love was dead and gone

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