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

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

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

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, what is real

Love is the sweetest illusion

(If black is white and red is green)

(I don't care which way around it is supposed to be)

Love is the sweetest illusion

(I close my eyes but I can see)

Love is, love is

Love is the sweetest illusion

(The more I learn, the more I see)

(Form where I stand my world is looking good to me)

Love is the sweetest illusion