Текст песни Get Out Of Town, Ella Fitzgerald
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
So on your mark get set
Get out of town