What Me Worry - St. Vincent

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 favorite 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 lash with

panache.»

In the spring, I’ll dust off my lute, stuff my suitcase full of blues,

and I’ll 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.»