It Worries Me
Frank Sinatra
It worries me
You seem to be unhappy
And that worries me
I hate to think
That maybe I have made you blue
Just what did I do
Was I mean to you
Wish I knew
I worry so
If anything is wrong
I have the right to know
So while I hold you close and kiss you tenderly
Tell it all to me
Darling can't you see
Anything that worries you Worries me