Get Out Of Town - Roberta Gambarini

The farce was ended

The curtain 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 me, 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’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

On your mark, get set, get out of town

Get out of town

Get out of town

Get out of town