What Me Worry
St. VincentVersion1
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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...