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 that's what you are 
rare and priceless work of art 
You 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 white 
An impressionistic painting 
Tiny particles of light 
It seems to me that'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 a masterpiece 
'Cause after all 
Nothing's [bad word]