Written by: Cole Porter
From the Show: Leave It To Me (1938)
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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
too much,
And when you are 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.