Your Kind Of People (1959)

Saw the boy, in the mansion on the hill
Has asked you, to become his steady jill
There'll be parties, by the score, the wine will flow
But here's the reason, I beg you, not to go

'Cause, they're not your kind of people, your kind of friends
They'll turn your laughter, to teardrops and in the end
You'll come back, to your kind of people, torn all apart
So please, don't go, baby, please, don't go

I haven't much to offer you, it seems
A heart of love and a pocketful, of dreams
You say, I'm only jealous, maybe so
But here's the reason, I beg you, not to go

'Cause, they're not your kind of people, your kind of friends
They'll turn your laughter, to teardrops and in the end
You'll come back, to your kind of people, torn all apart
So please, don't go,honey, please, don't go

Baby, please, don't go