The Ballad Of Mona Lisa Songtext / Lyric

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 im 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

He sense something call it desperation
another dollar another day