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....