And In My Chair - Charles Aznavour

And I In My Chair - Charles Aznavour
He he observes you from where he sits
You it unnerves you You lose you wits
He He ignites you with eyes aflame
You it excites you You like the game
And I in my chair though I hardly speak
I notice each inuendo
And I in my chair I'm stricken with fear
At seeing the end so near
He out to win you He woos with style
You you continue to coyly smile
He with his quarry on hunting ground
You only sorry that I'm around
And I in my chair though I hardly speak
I see just how well he's doing
And I in my chair I'm trying to hide
The dread that I hold inside
He his eyes flatter Your glances touch
You now you chatter a bit too much
He like a gypsy he serenades
You you grow tipsy Your laugh cascades
And I in my chair though I hardly speak
My heart's on the verge of crying
And I in my chair my heart understands
Love is now changing hands
No... no it's nothing A little headache only
Maybe I had one too many
Well we'd better go home now
Yes it was a beautiful evening
Beautiful indeed