What Me Worry

What? Me, worry? I never do I'm always amused and amusing you Sans le fear of impending doom Life is like banquet food pleasure to peruse Do I amuse you, dear? Would you think me queer If while standing beside you I opted instead to disappear? Disappear In no hurry I'll sing my tune All my skies the hue of a ruddy bruise In my finest threads couture I'll call up my favourite muse For a drink half full or two Have I abused you, dear? You have had it to here You say, "Love is just a blood match to see who Endures lash after last with panache" In the spring I'll dust off my lute, stuff my suitcase full of blues And I stir the dust underneath the thrust of my clicking heels C'est la vie What? Me, worry? I never do Life is one charming ruse for us lucky few Have I fooled you, dear? The time it's coming near when I'll give you my hand and I'll say "It's been grand, but I'm out of here" I'm out of here