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