Yazoo 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 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
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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 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)
Letras: Ode to boy Yazoo [final]