Et Moi Dans Mon Coin
Charles Aznavour
And Me in My Corner
He’s watching you, out of the corner of his eye
You’re getting mad, in your chair
He’s caressing you, with his gaze
You’re falling for, his little game
And me, in my corner, if I don’t say a thing
I notice, everything
And me, in my corner, I’m holding back
Watching the end, come near
He’s keeping an eye on you, feverishly
You’re approving him, with a smile
He’s watching you, and I can see it
You’re regretting, that I’m here
And me, in my corner, if I don’t say a thing
I can see, your little act
And me, in my corner, I’m hiding carefully
This anxiety that’s gripping me
He’s looking at you, sneakily
You’re chatting away, way too freely
He’s flirting with you, through me
You’re getting tipsy, laughing out loud
And me, in my corner, if I don’t say a thing
I’ve got my heart, on the verge of tears
And me, in my corner, I’m drowning my sorrow
Because love, changes hands
Ah! But no, it’s nothing
Maybe just a bit of tiredness
Huh! Not at all
What are you getting at there?
No, no, I had a
A great evening.
