Basia - The Sweetest Illusion Lyrics

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... Basia Lyrics The Sweetest Illusion Lyrics