Panic! at the Disco - The Ballad of Mona Lise (instrumental) | Текст песни

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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 a 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, you’re guaranteed to run this town
Whoa Mona Lisa I’d pay to see you frown

He senses something call it desperation
Another dollar, another day
And if she has the proper words to say she’d 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

Whoa Mona Lisa, you’re guaranteed to run this town
Whoa Mona Lisa, I’d pay to see you frown

Mona Lisa-a-a-a-h

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 wrong with just a taste of what you paid for...

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