When He's Not Around — 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 . 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 . . Can I keep him in my galaxy Can he live within my fantasy . . Can I keep him in my galaxy Can he live within my fantasy .