Let me tell you about my girlfriend
My girlfriend Mona Lisa
She let somebody take her picture
So she could be a fashionista

She says she wanna be a model
But what she wanna be a model for
She told me that she wanna travel
Walk the room at the Milano

But I tell her that I loved her
Adored her, I need her, My Lisa
She told me [bad word] her
I won't, I wanna [bad word] her

And I dunno why it hurts me, hurts me, hurts me
I get jealous when she working, working, working
All the fellas they be looking, looking, looking
They looking at my Lisa, Lisa, Lisa

Let me tell you about my baby, 
My baby Mona Lisa, 
She told me that I'm acting crazy,
She said I need to free her

She said she feel like she in prison
But why she feel like she in prison
We always go into the Oceanside
And the mountain top
We be livin' the good livin'

She wanna be a model,
And travel, and walk in the toom with the Milano
She say I'm Jealous, I know I'm jealous
Because I wanna have her for me and not the fellas

And it hurts me, hurts me, hurts me
All the time she be working, working, working
Them boys be flirting, flirting
They flirting with my Lisa, Lisa, Lisa

Smile for me Mona Lisa, Lisa
Smile for me Mona Lisa, Lisa
Smile for me Mona Lisa, Lisa
Smile for me Mona Lisa, Lisa