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