She paints her fingers with a close precision
|
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
|
And takes a moment to assess the sin
|
she’s paid for...
|
A lonely speaker in a conversation
|
Her words are swimming through his ears again
|
There’s nothing wrong with just
|
taste of what you paid for
|
Say what you mean
|
tell me i`m right
|
and let the sun rain down on me
|
give me a sign
|
I wanna believe...
|
Whoa Mona Lisa
|
you’re guaranteed to run this town
|
Whoa Mona Lisa
|
I’d pay to see you frown
|
to moonn6pence from papayeverte//instrumental
|
He sense something call it desperation
|
another dollar another day
|
and if she has the proper words to say
|
she’d 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 wanna believe
|
Whoa Mona Lisa
|
you’re guaranteed to run this town
|
Whoa Mona Lisa
|
I’d pay to see you frown
|
interlude //to moonn6pence from papayeverte
|
Oh Mona Lisa
|
Say what you mean
|
tell me I’m right
|
and let the sun rain down on me
|
give me a sign
|
I wanna 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 wanna believe...
|
There’s nothing wrong with just a taste
|
of what you paid for....
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
The Ballad Of Mona Lisa
|
| Panic At The Disco |
