Charles Aznavour - And i in my chair

^BmHe, he observes you from where he ^Emsits You, it un-^F#nerves you, you lose your ^Bmwits He, he ignites you with eyes of ^Emflame You, it ex-^F#cites you, you like the ^Bmgame.

^EmAnd I, in my ^Achair, though I hardly ^Dspeak I ^F#notice each innuen-^Bmdo ^EmAnd I, in my ^Achair, I'm stricken with ^Dfear At ^F#seeing the end so ^Bmnear

^BmHe, out to win you, he woos with ^Emstyle You, you con-^F#tinue to coyly ^Bmsmile He, with his quarry on hunting ^Emground You, only s^F#orry that I'm a-^Bmround...

^EmAnd I, in my ^Achair, though I hardly ^Dspeak I ^F#see just how well he's ^Bmdoing ^EmAnd I, in my ^Achair, I'm trying to ^Dhide The ^F#dread that I hold ^Bminside

^BmHe, his eyes flatter, your glances ^Emtouch You, now you ^F#chatter a bit too ^Bmmuch He, like a gypsy, he sere-^Emnades You, you grow ^F#tipsy, your laugh cas^Bmcades

^EmAnd I, in my ^Achair, though I hardly ^Dspeak My ^F#heart's on the verge of ^Bmcrying ^EmAnd I, in my ^Achair, my heart under-^Dstands My ^F#love is now changing ^Bmhands

^EmNo, no, it's ^Anothing, perhaps a litt^Dle tired only Not^F# at all, why do you ask?^Bm On the contrary... ^EmThis was a be^Aautiful evening, yes, ^D ind^F#eed, a beautiful even^Bming..