Carmen McRae
Get Out of Town
Get out of townBefore it's too late my loveGet out of townBe good to me pleaseWhy wish me harmWhy not retire to a farmAnd be contented to charmThe birds off the treesJust disappearI care for you much too muchAnd when you're near, close to me dearWe touch too muchThe thrill when we meet is so bittersweetThat darling, it's getting me downSo on your mark get setGet out of town
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