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 forA 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 forSay what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believeWhoa, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Whoa, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frownHe 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 himSay what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believeWhoa, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Whoa, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frownMona Lisa wear me out
Pleased to please ya
Mona Lisa wear me outSay what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believeWhoa, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Whoa, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frownSay what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believeThere's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
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PuisiI like music. It helps us all. It also is a way to say things you cannot say out loud. Yay for music. Yay for it making the world better. + Lyrics + Cover by - @melodyh0110 Banner by - @justice_for_barb Ranking - #20 Status - Complete