Get out of Town - Shirley Horn

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!