The Sweetest Illusion - Basia

Bread and butter tastes more like it could be _cordon bleu_

Mona lisa’s smiling like a cheshire cat

Even johnny rocker sounds today like nat king cole

Every yellow taxi’s like a cadillac

And the cup that once appeared half empty

Has become a cup that is half full

Where there was a space there is now plenty

You’re a lucky sign ascending--

No one does for me what you do Love is the sweetest illusion

Every innuendo seems to be in semaphore

Monday mornings turn into a mardi gras

And a glass of soda taste more like dom perignon

Every dead end street’s an ocean boulevard

The more i look the more i see

And i don’t mind if my senses are deceiving me The more i touch the more i feel

Who cares what is imaginary and what is real

If black is white and red is green

I don’t care which way around it is supposed to be

I close my eyes but i can see…

The more i look the more i see

Form where i stand my world is looking

Good to me The more i touch the more i feel

Don’t want to know that is true what’s

Make believe…