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