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

lone speaker in a conversation
Her words are swimming 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 wanna believe

Woah, Mona Lisa
You're guaranteed [bad word] 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 wanna believe

Woah, Mona Lisa
You're guaranteed [bad word] this town
Woah, Mona Lisa
I'd pay to see you frown

Mona Lisa
Wear me out

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 wanna believe

Woah, Mona Lisa
You're guaranteed [bad word] 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 wanna believe

There's nothing wrong with just a taste
Of what you've paid for

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