No Me Iiames Iluso

I live off of illusion
And come with me to buy
A new shirt, sweetheart.
Because tomorrow we'll be on TV
Ay ay ay ay.
I live off of illusion
Illusionist, famous magician.
The one with the ace up his sleeve
Who breaks the deck.
Dare to split me in two.

Don't call me foolish
Just because I have an illusion.
If luck is capricious
Love is blind.
And with yours
I hit the jackpot.

I live off of illusion
Of making a path as I go
Through minefields.
Of looking under the skirt
Of the fairies with a sweet taste.

Of your share of the pie.
Punished, dessertless for being bad.
The illusion of pleasure
From your Saturday body.
Your kisses turned into songs.

Don't call me foolish
Just because I have an illusion.
To love you like you
Would want me to love you.
Without changing my nature,
My form, or my color.

Don't call me foolish
Just because I have an illusion.
That for the good
Of the children of the world.
We are smarter than hunger.
And they prove me wrong.

If you smile at me
Everything fits, everything is round.
And a big prize.
Like Buddha's belly, ay.
The morning doesn't surprise me.
With a face like a Picasso.
I go to bed early.
Make me dream, make me live dreaming.

Just because I have an illusion.
If luck is capricious
Love is blind.
And with yours
I hit the jackpot.

Don't call me foolish
Just because I have an illusion.
Love me like you
Would want me to love you.
Without changing the verb
Of my heart.

Knock it down fine, knock it down.

Don't call me foolish
Just because I have an illusion.
That for the good
Of the children of the world.
We are smarter than hunger.
And they prove me wrong.

Don't call me foolish
Just because I have the illusion.
If luck is capricious
Love is blind.
And with yours
I hit the jackpot.

I live off of illusion.
Ay, living off of illusion.
Living off of illusion.
Living off of illusion.

Don't call me foolish
Just because I have an illusion.
Make me dream, make me live dreaming.
With a face like a Picasso.

Don't call me foolish
Just because I have an illusion.
Everything fits, everything is round.
And a big prize.
Like Buddha's belly