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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