Текст (слова) песни: Basia - The Sweetest Illusion
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...
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