Basia - The Sweetest Illusion lyrics

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