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 (Chorus) 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 (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