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The Ballad Of Mona Lisa- Panic ! At The Disco

She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice the bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sin she paid for
A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words are swimming in his ears again
There's nothing wrong with just taste of what you 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

Whoa Mona Lisa,your 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
And if she has the proper words to say
She'd tell but she 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
Whoa Mona Lisa,you're guaranteed to run this town
Whoa 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 with just to taste of what you paid for