The Ballad of Mona Lisa
She paints her fingers with a close precisionHe starts to notice empty bottles of ginAnd takes a moment to assess the sins she’s paid for
A lone speaker in a conversationHer words are swimming through his ears againThere’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you’ve paid for
Say what you mean, tell me I’m rightAnd let the sun rain down on meGive me a sign, I wanna believe
Woah, Mona LisaYou’re guaranteed to run this townWoah, Mona LisaI’d pay to see you frown
He senses something, call it desperationAnother dollar, another dayAnd if she had the proper words to say, she would tell himBut she’d have nothing left to sell him
Say what you mean, tell me I’m rightAnd let the sun rain down on meGive me a sign, I wanna believe
Woah, Mona LisaYou’re guaranteed to run this townWoah, Mona LisaI’d pay to see you frown
Mona LisaWear me outPleased to please yaMona LisaWear me out
Say what you mean, tell me I’m rightAnd let the sun rain down on meGive me a sign, I wanna believe
Woah, Mona LisaYou’re guaranteed to run this townWoah, Mona LisaI’d pay to see you frown
Say what you mean, tell me I’m rightAnd let the sun rain down on meGive me a sign, I wanna believe
There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you’ve paid for