She, she observes you from where she sits
You, it unnerves you, you lose your wits
She, she ignites you with eyes of flame
You, it excites you, you like the game

And I, in my chair, though I hardly speak
I notice each innuendo
And I, in my chair, I'm stricken with fear
At seeing the end so near

She, out to win you, she woos with style
You, you continue to coyly smile
She, with her quarry on hunting ground
You, only sorry that I'm around

And I, in my chair, though I hardly speak
I see just how well she's doing
And I, in my chair, I'm trying to hide
The dread that I hold inside

She, her eyes flatter, your glances touch
You, now you chatter a bit too much
She, like a gypsy, she serenades
You, you grow tipsy, your laugh cascades

And I, in my chair, though I hardly speak
My heart's on the verge of crying
And I, in my chair, my heart understands
My love is now changing hands