If you were the Mona Lisa
You’d be hanging in the Louvre,
Everyone [bad word] to see you,
You’d be impossible to move.
It seems to me it’s what you are,
rare and priceless
work of art,
Stay behind your velvet rope
But I will not renounce all hope.

And I’m right by your side,
Like a thief in the night
I stand in front of a masterpiece.
And I can’t tell you why
It hurts so much
To be in love with the masterpiece.
‘Cause after all
Nothing’s [bad word] 

From the moment I first saw you
All the darkness turned to light.
An impressionistic painting,
Tiny particles of light.
It seem to me it’s what you’re like,
The “Look but, please, don’t touch me” type.
And honestly it can’t be fun
To always be the chosen one.

And I’m right by your side,
Like a thief in the night
I stand in front of a masterpiece.
And I can’t tell you why
It hurts so much
To be in love with the masterpiece.
‘Cause after all
Nothing’s [bad word] 
Nothing’s [bad word] 
Nothing’s [bad word] 
Nothing’s [bad word] 

And I’m right by your side,
Like a thief in the night
I stand in front of a masterpiece.
And I can’t tell you why
It hurts so much
To be in love with a masterpiece. [x2]
‘Cause after all
Nothing’s [bad word] 
‘Cause after all
Nothing’s [bad word]