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...