Panic! At The Disco - THE BALLAD OF MONA LISA
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 spinning through his ears again
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
c/o:
Say what you mean, tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I wanna believe
bridge:
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
c/o
bridge
Mona Lisa
c/o
bridge
c/o
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for
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