[Verse 1]
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, yeah
When he drives, I love to watch his hands
White, 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 in
But soon his eyes forgot me
And everything he seems to do
Reflects just another shade of blue
I saw her search into you
And ached awhile
I watch his lips caress the glass
His finger stroke its stem and pass
To lift a cigarette at last
He dries his eyes
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, yeah
When he drives, I love to watch his hands
White, 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 in
But soon his eyes forgot me
And everything he seems to do
Reflects just another shade of blue
I saw her search into you
And ached awhile
I watch his lips caress the glass
His finger stroke its stem and pass
To lift a cigarette at last
He dries his eyes
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