"And I In My Chair"
("Et Moi Dans Mon Coin")
by Charles Aznavour
[Verse 1]
Bm Em
He, he observes you from where he sits
F# Bm
You, it un-nerves you, you lose your wits
Em
He, he ignites you with eyes of flame
F# Bm
You, it ex-cites you, you like the game.
[Chorus]
Em A D
And I, in my chair, though I hardly speak
F# Bm
I notice each innuen-do
Em A D
And I, in my chair, I'm stricken with fear
F# Bm
At seeing the end so near
[Verse 2]
Bm Em
He, out to win you, he woos with style
F# Bm
You, you con-tinue to coyly smile
Em
He, with his quarry on hunting ground
F# Bm
You, only sorry that I'm a-round...
[Chorus]
Em A D
And I, in my chair, though I hardly speak
F# Bm
I see just how well he's doing
Em A D
And I, in my chair, I'm trying to hide
F# Bm
The dread that I hold inside
[Verse 3]
Bm Em
He, his eyes flatter, your glances touch
F# Bm
You, now you chatter a bit too much
Em
He, like a gypsy, he sere-nades
F# Bm
You, you grow tipsy, your laugh cascades
[Chorus]
Em A D
And I, in my chair, though I hardly speak
F# Bm
My heart's on the verge of crying
Em A D
And I, in my chair, my heart under-stands
F# Bm
My love is now changing hands
[Outro](spoken)
Em A D
No, no, it's nothing, perhaps a little tired only
F# Bm
Not at all, why do you ask? On the contrary...
Em A D
This was a beautiful evening, yes,
F# Bm
indeed, a beautiful evening..