(by Cole Porter)
Get outta town
Before it`s too late, my love
Get outta town
Be good to me please
Why do me harm?
Why not retire to a farm
And be contented to charm the birds off the trees
Just slip away
I care for you much too much
Cuz when you are near
Close to me dear
We touch too much
The thrill when we meet is so bittersweet
That darling it`s getting me down
So on your mark, get set
Get outta town
