H e he observes you from where he s its
You it un-n erves you you lose your w its
He he ignites you with eyes of f lame
You it ex-c ites you you like the g ame.
A nd I in my c hair though I hardly s peak
I n otice each innuen-d o
A nd I in my c hair I'm stricken with f ear
At s eeing the end so n ear
H e out to win you he woos with s tyle
You you con-t inue to coyly s mile
He with his quarry on hunting g round
You only so rry that I'm a-r ound...
A nd I in my c hair though I hardly s peak
I s ee just how well he's d oing
A nd I in my c hair I'm trying to h ide
The d read that I hold i nside
H e his eyes flatter your glances t ouch
You now you c hatter a bit too m uch
He like a gypsy he sere-n ades
You you grow t ipsy your laugh casc ades
A nd I in my c hair though I hardly s peak
My h eart's on the verge of c rying
A nd I in my c hair my heart under-s tands
My l ove is now changing h ands
N o no it's n othing perhaps a littl e tired only
Not at all why do you ask? On the contrary...
T his was a bea utiful evening yes
inde ed a beautiful eveni ng..