The Sweetest Illusion Lyrics

	作词 : Basia, White
	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...

	zuo ci : Basia, White
	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...

	zuò cí : Basia, White
	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...

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