Yazoo - Ode to Boy

Ode to Boy Yazoo When he moves I [G]watch him from behind [Bb] he turns and laughter flickers in his [C]eyes intent and direct when he [G]speaks, I watch his lips When he [G]drives I love to watch his [Bb]hands white and smooth almost [C]feminine, almost american, [G]I have to watch him. Chorus [G]in his face age descends on [Bb]youth, exaggeration on the [C]truth he caught me looking then but [G]soon his eyes forgot and [G]everything he [Bb]seems to do reflects just another shade of [C]blue I (azchords.com)

Ode to Boy Yazoo [G]When he moves I watch him from [A#]behind he turns and laughter flickers in his [C]eyes intent and direct when he [G]speaks, I watch his lips When he [G]drives I love to watch his [A#]hands white and smooth almost [C]feminine, almost american, [G]I have to watch him. Chorus [G]in his face age descends on [A#]youth, exaggeration on the [C]truth he caught me looking then but [G]soon his eyes forgot and [G]everything he [A#]seems to do reflects just another shade of [C]blue I (guitaretab.com)