The Corrs |
When He's Not Around |
I can't breathe, I can't sleep 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 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 When he's not in town [solos] Can I keep him in my galaxy (Can I keep him in my galaxy) Can he live within my fantasy (Can he live within my fantasy) 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 I find that I can't breathe and I can't sleep, (I can't sleep) When he's not around Everyday is bluey grey When he's not in town When he's not in town, Yeah-ie... Fade out |
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