Panic! At The Disco - 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 spinning 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 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...

Much love,

Sintia Astarina ♥♥
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