Naama Gheber - Get out of Town Lyrics

Get out of town
Before it's too late, my love.
Get out of town,
Be good to mister 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!