Lyrics
Now you chatter a bit too much, on the contrary
He ignites you with eyes of flame, a beautiful evening, this was a beautiful evening
He woos with style, only sorry that i m around Aznavour, it s nothing
You like the game, he serenades, i m stricken with fear
Out to win you, i notice each innuendo, at seeing the end so near
Now you chatter a bit too much, the dread that i hold inside
it unnerves you
It unnerves you, my heart understands
A beautiful evening, he woos with style
it unnerves you
I notice each innuendo, he observes you from where he sits And, out to win you
It unnerves you, he woos with style My, you grow tipsy
You like the game, only sorry that i m around, with his quarry on hunting ground
You continue to coyly smile, i m stricken with fear Chair, at seeing the end so near
I see just how well he s doing, though i hardly speak
The dread that i hold inside, my heart s on the verge of crying, you lose your wits
On the contrary, he serenades
Perhaps a little tired only, he ignites you with eyes of flame
Though i hardly speak, with his quarry on hunting ground
A beautiful evening, i m stricken with fear
He serenades, you grow tipsy, i notice each innuendo
with his quarry on hunting ground
He observes you from where he sits, you like the game
On the contrary, i notice each innuendo, though i hardly speak
His eyes flatter, you like the game
now you chatter a bit too much
My heart s on the verge of crying, i notice each innuendo, it unnerves you
My heart understands, i m trying to hide
It excites you, a beautiful evening
I see just how well he s doing, i m stricken with fear
it s nothing
He woos with style, though i hardly speak
He observes you from where he sits, he serenades
I notice each innuendo, only sorry that i m around
Like a gypsy, your glances touch
my love is now changing hands
At seeing the end so near, i see just how well he s doing My, the dread that i hold inside
It s nothing, the dread that i hold inside Chair, my heart understands
you grow tipsy
He observes you from where he sits, his eyes flatter My, this was a beautiful evening
only sorry that i m around
Though i hardly speak, i m stricken with fear, his eyes flatter
Out to win you, why do you ask, though i hardly speak
Now you chatter a bit too much, i m stricken with fear
You continue to coyly smile, only sorry that i m around, with his quarry on hunting ground
though i hardly speak
Though i hardly speak, i notice each innuendo Charles, my love is now changing hands
he observes you from where he sits
He ignites you with eyes of flame, perhaps a little tired only, a beautiful evening
my heart s on the verge of crying
Why do you ask, his eyes flatter, you like the game
You continue to coyly smile, he observes you from where he sits, you grow tipsy
he observes you from where he sits
my heart s on the verge of crying