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And I in My Chair – Charles Aznavour

Charles Aznavour

And I in My Chair lyrics with English translation

Language
French
Level
Beginner
Released
1966
Genre
French Pop, Ballad
Length
3:38
  1. He, he observes you from where he sits

    He, he watches you from where he sits

  2. You, it unnerves you, you lose your wits

    You, it rattles you, you lose your wits

  3. He, he ignites you with eyes of flame

    He, he ignites you with eyes of flame

  4. You, it excites you, you like the game

    You, it thrills you, you enjoy the game

  5. And I in my chair, though I hardly speak

    And I in my chair, though I hardly say a word

  6. I notice each innuendo

    I catch each subtle hint

  7. And I in my chair, I'm stricken with fear

    And I in my chair, I'm gripped by dread

  8. At seeing the end so near

    At seeing the end so close ahead

  9. He, out to win you, he woos with style

    He, out to win you, he courts with flair

  10. You, you continue to coyly smile

    You, you keep on smiling with a coy stare

  11. He, with his quarry on hunting ground

    He, with his quarry on hunting ground

  12. You, only sorry that I'm around

    You, only sorry that I'm around

  13. And I in my chair, though I hardly speak

    And I in my chair, though I hardly speak

  14. I see just how well he's doing

    I see just how well he's doing

  15. And I in my chair, I'm trying to hide

    And I in my chair, I'm trying to hide

  16. The dread that I hold inside

    The dread that I hold inside

  17. He, his eyes flatter, your glances touch

    He, his eyes flatter, your glances touch

  18. You, now you chatter a bit too much

    You, now you chatter a bit too much

  19. He, like a gypsy, he serenades

    He, like a gypsy, he serenades

  20. You, you grow tipsy, your laugh cascades

    You, you grow tipsy, your laugh cascades

  21. And I in my chair, though I hardly speak

    And I in my chair, though I hardly speak

  22. My heart's on the verge of crying

    My heart's on the verge of crying

  23. And I in my chair, my heart understands

    And I in my chair, my heart understands

  24. Love is now changing hands

    Love is now changing hands

  25. No, no, no, it's nothing, a little headache only

    No, no, no, it's nothing, a little headache only

  26. Maybe I had one too many

    Maybe I had one too many

  27. Well, I better go home now

    Well, I better go home now

  28. Yes, this was a beautiful evening

    Yes, this was a beautiful evening

  29. Indeed a beautiful evening

    Indeed a beautiful evening

Key vocabulary

he
I have
observes
observeA1
unnerves
unsettles
wits
mind
hardly
scarcely
i'm
I am
woos
courts
coyly
bashfully
quarry
target
he's
he is

About this song

Charles Aznavour was a French-Armenian singer and actor whose music blended French chanson with Eastern European folk, American jazz, tango, and Middle Eastern influences. He was known for a long-running career marked by thousands of recordings and his songwriting, composing or co-composing over a thousand songs for himself and other artists.

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And I in My Chair

He, he observes you from where he sits

He, he watches you from where he sits

You, it unnerves you, you lose your wits

You, it rattles you, you lose your wits

He, he ignites you with eyes of flame

He, he ignites you with eyes of flame

You, it excites you, you like the game

You, it thrills you, you enjoy the game

And I in my chair, though I hardly speak

And I in my chair, though I hardly say a word

I notice each innuendo

I catch each subtle hint

And I in my chair, I'm stricken with fear

And I in my chair, I'm gripped by dread

At seeing the end so near

At seeing the end so close ahead

He, out to win you, he woos with style

He, out to win you, he courts with flair

You, you continue to coyly smile

You, you keep on smiling with a coy stare

He, with his quarry on hunting ground

He, with his quarry on hunting ground

You, only sorry that I'm around

You, only sorry that I'm around

And I in my chair, though I hardly speak

And I in my chair, though I hardly speak

I see just how well he's doing

I see just how well he's doing

And I in my chair, I'm trying to hide

And I in my chair, I'm trying to hide

The dread that I hold inside

The dread that I hold inside

He, his eyes flatter, your glances touch

He, his eyes flatter, your glances touch

You, now you chatter a bit too much

You, now you chatter a bit too much

He, like a gypsy, he serenades

He, like a gypsy, he serenades

You, you grow tipsy, your laugh cascades

You, you grow tipsy, your laugh cascades

And I in my chair, though I hardly speak

And I in my chair, though I hardly speak

My heart's on the verge of crying

My heart's on the verge of crying

And I in my chair, my heart understands

And I in my chair, my heart understands

Love is now changing hands

Love is now changing hands

No, no, no, it's nothing, a little headache only

No, no, no, it's nothing, a little headache only

Maybe I had one too many

Maybe I had one too many

Well, I better go home now

Well, I better go home now

Yes, this was a beautiful evening

Yes, this was a beautiful evening

Indeed a beautiful evening

Indeed a beautiful evening