Ode To Boy lyrics

Artist  : Yazoo 
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)