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
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
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