Yaz Ode to boy Letras:
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 hands
white and smooth almost feminine, almost
American, I have to watch him.

[Chorus:]
in his face age descends on youth,
exaggeration on the truth
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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 it's 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]
Letras: Ode to boy Yaz [final]