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Album: Vices & Virtues (2011)
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Song: The Ballad of Mona Lisa
She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sins she’s paid for
A lonely speaker in a conversation Her words were swimming through his ears again There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
Say what you mean Tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign I want to believe
Whoa, Mona Lisa, You're guaranteed to run this town Whoa, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown
He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him
Say what you mean Tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign I want to believe
Whoa, Mona Lisa, You're guaranteed to run this town Whoa, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown
Mona Lisa wear me out Pleased to please ya Mona Lisa wear me out
Say what you mean Tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign I want to believe
Whoa, Mona Lisa, You're guaranteed to run this town Whoa, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown
Say what you mean Tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign I want to believe
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
