Charles Aznavour et moi dans mon coin

He observes you
Out of the corner of his eye
You get angry
In your armchair
He caresses you
From the depths of his eyes
You let yourself
Play his game
And me in my corner
If I say nothing
I notice all things
And me in my corner
I'm champing at the bit
Seeing the end coming
He's brooding over you
Feverishly
You approve
Smiling
He's watching for you
And I see him
You regret
That I'm here
And me in my corner
If I don't say anything
I can see your trick clearly
And me in my corner
I hide carefully
This anguish that grips me
He looks at you
Furtively< br/>You talk
Too freely
He courts you
Through me
You get drunk
Laugh out loud
And me in my corner
If I say nothing
My heart is on the verge of tears
And me in my corner
I drink my sorrow
Because the love changes hands