Ode To Boy lyrics

Artist  : Alison Moyet 
Song : Ode To Boy



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 When he moves I watch him from behind
He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his
lips
And when he drives I love to watch his hand
White and smooth almost feminine, almost
American, I have to watch him.
(Chorus)
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration
on the truth
He caught me looking then but soon his eyes
forgot
And everything he seems to do reflects just
another shade of blue
I saw him searching into you and ached a while
I watch his lips caress the glass,
His fingers stroke its stem and pass
To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes
From a shadow by the stair
I watch as he weeps unaware
That I'm in awe of his despair, but I am there
(Chorus repeat)