Lyrics：The Corrs Music：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
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I find that I can't breathe and I can't sleep
When he's not around
Every day 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 his Siamese
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Can I keep him in my galaxy
Can he live within my fantasy
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Can I keep him in my galaxy
Can he live within my fantasy
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