Love this song, love the Billie Holiday homage - and spammusibi's interpretation is how I see it, too.
The lyrics displayed under this title are from "Save Me From What I Want". I submitted the correct lyrics but it still comes up the wrong song. Here are the correct lyrics:
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 bloodmatch 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 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 is 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"
Love this song, love the Billie Holiday homage - and spammusibi's interpretation is how I see it, too.
The lyrics displayed under this title are from "Save Me From What I Want". I submitted the correct lyrics but it still comes up the wrong song. Here are the correct lyrics:
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 bloodmatch 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 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 is 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"