Paroles de And In My Chair

He, he observes you from where he sits You, it unnerves you, you lose your wits He, he ignites you with eyes of flame You, it excites you, you like the game And I in my chair, 'though I hardly speak I notice each innuendo And I in my chair, I'm stricken with fear At seeing the end so near He, how to win you, views with a style You, you continue to coyly smile He, with his quarry on haunting laugh 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 My love is now changing hands No, no, no it's nothing, perhaps a little tired only Why do you ask me to "compris" This was a beautiful evening Yes indeed a, a beautiful evening