The farce was ended, The curtains drawn, And I at least pretended That love was dead and gone. But now, from nowhere, You come to me as before To take my heart, And break my heart once more. 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!