And I In My Chair accords

Bm                                Em
He, he observes you from where he sits
           F#                        Bm
You, it un-nerves you, you lose your wits
                                Em
He, he ignites you with eyes of flame
           F#                      Bm
You, it ex-cites you, you like the game.

Em           A                      D
And I, in my chair, though I hardly speak
  F#                 Bm
I notice each innuen-do
Em           A                        D
And I, in my chair, I'm stricken with fear
   F#                Bm
At seeing the end so near

Bm                               Em
He, out to win you, he woos with style
             F#             Bm
You, you con-tinue to coyly smile
                               Em
He, with his quarry on hunting ground
           F#              Bm
You, only sorry that I'm a-round...

Em           A                      D
And I, in my chair, though I hardly speak
  F#                     Bm
I see just how well he's doing
Em           A                    D
And I, in my chair, I'm trying to hide
    F#                Bm
The dread that I hold inside

Bm                                 Em
He, his eyes flatter, your glances touch
             F#                Bm
You, now you chatter a bit too much
                          Em
He, like a gypsy, he sere-nades
              F#                   Bm
You, you grow tipsy, your laugh cascades

Em           A                      D
And I, in my chair, though I hardly speak
   F#                      Bm
My heart's on the verge of crying
Em           A                     D
And I, in my chair, my heart under-stands
   F#                   Bm
My love is now changing hands

Em           A                      D
No, no, it's nothing, perhaps a little tired only
   F#                      Bm
Not at all, why do you ask? On the contrary...
Em           A                      D
This was a beautiful evening, yes,
   F#                   Bm
indeed, a beautiful evening..