Ode To Boy Lyrics by Yaz

Ode To Boy Lyrics

    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)

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