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 sin she's paid for

A lonely speaker in a conversation

Her words are swiming 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



Woah, Mona Lisa

You're guaranteed to run this town

Woah, 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



Woah, Mona Lisa

You're guaranteed to run this town

Woah, Mona Lisa

I'd pay to see you frown



Mona Lisa

Wear me out

I'm 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



Woah, Mona Lisa

You're guaranteed to run this town

Woah, 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