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 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