You're so like a lady with a mystic smile
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Is it only 'cause you're lonely they have named you
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For that Mona Lisa strain that's in your smile
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Well, is your smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa
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Or is this your way to hide a broken heart
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Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
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They just lie there, and they die there
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Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa,
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Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art
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Well, in a villa, in the little old Italian town
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Lives a girl who's beauty changed the rogue
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And he yearned to love her but their hopes all tumbled down
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What does she want, I guess nobody knows
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Well, is your smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa
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Or is this your way to hide a broken heart
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Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa
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Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art
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Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art
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Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art...
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Mona Lisa
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| Conway Twitty |
