dianeasti:
cryinglightning:
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 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 to run 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 to run 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 to run 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
