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What Me Worry

St. Vincent
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 577655 and then drop to , , ,
 What, me worry? I
 never do
 I'm always amused
 and amusing you.
 Sans le fear of
 impending doom
 life is like banquet food
 pleasures to paruse.
 Do I amuse you dear?
 Would you think me queer if while
 standing be-
 -side you, I
 opted in-
-stead 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 absued you, dear?
 You have had it to here, you say "love is just a bloodmatch to see who endures lash
 lash with panache..."
 In the spring, I dust
 off my lute
 stuff my
 suitcase
 full of blues, and I
 stir the dust und-
 -ing 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
 out of here."
 I'm out of here...

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Readable chord sheet for What Me Worry by St. Vincent

[A]  577655 and then drop to [Ab], [G], [F#], [F]




[Ebmaj7]   What, me worry? I
[Gmin7]   never do
[Ab]   I'm always amused
[Bbaug7]   and amusing you.

[Ebmaj7]   Sans le fear of
[Gmin7]   impending doom
[Ab]   life is like banquet food
[Bbaug7]   pleasures to paruse.

[C#]   Do I amuse you dear?
[Dbmin]   Would you think me queer if while
[Cmin7]   standing be-
[B]   -side you, I
[Bbmin]   opted in-
[A]   [Ab]-ste[G]ad [F#]to d[F]isappear, 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 absued you, dear?
You have had it to here, you say "love is just a bloodmatch to see who endures lash
lash with panache..."

[Ebmaj7]   In the spring, I dust
[F7]   off my lute
[Bb7]   stuff my
[F7]   suitcase
[Abmin7]   full of blues, and I
[Ab]   stir the dust und-
[B]

[C#]   -ing heels, c'est la
[Ab]   vie
[B] [C#] [Ebmaj7]

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
out of here."
I'm out of here...

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