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