The Corrs

He's uncool an unsophisticat
He's a tightrope walker on an open path
He's a maze of curiosity
He is the living bread that cures my appetite
.
(Chorus)
I find that I can't breathe and I can't sleep
When he's not around
Everyday is bluey grey
When he's not in town
.
His mystique is one of innocence
I feel I'm lounging in lovely in his big blue eyes
And I would be preening in paradise
If I were always beside him like a Siamese
.
(Chorus)
.
Can I keep him in my galaxy
Can he live within my fantasy
.
(Chorus)
.
Can I keep him in my galaxy
Can he live within my fantasy