It Worries Me - Frank Sinatra, Nelson Riddle & His Orchestra

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