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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.
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 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
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- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- The Best Of
- Journey Into Paradise: The Larry Levan Story
- Radio Air Play Vol. 1
- In The Name Of Pride
- You And Me Both
- The Best of Yaz
- The Rules of Attraction (Music from the Motion Picture)
- Take Me Home Tonight (Motion Picture Soundtrack)
- Starter for 10 (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)...
- Take Me Home Tonight
- Digging In the Crates (1999), Vol. 1
- From the Heart: Classics
- Napoleon Dynamite
- Hits of the 1980S
- Napoleon Dynamite (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
- Only Yazoo - The Best of Yazoo
- 80s
- The Alternative Remix Club
- 1982