paroles de chanson Get out of Town - George Shearing

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 of the trees
Just disappear I care for you much, too much
And when you're near, close to me dear, we touch too much
The thrill when we meet is so bittersweet that darling it's getting me down
On your mark, get set, get out of town

Just disappear I care for you much, too much
And when you're near, close to me dear, we touch too much
The thrill when we meet is so bittersweet that darling it's getting me down
On your mark, get set, get out of town
Get out of town, get out of town
Out of town