Текст Basia – The Sweetest Illusion
Текст:
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
Love is the sweetest illusion
Every innuendo seems to be in semaphore
Monday mornings turn into a Mardi Gras
And a glass of soda tastes 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
From where I stand my world is looking good to me
The more I touch the more I feel
Don’t want to know what is true what’s make believe…
