Mona Lisa

Mona Lisa - Future Hit Makers

She paints her fingers with a close precision

He starts to notice empty bottles of gin

And takes a moment to assess the sins

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

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 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

Whoa Mona Lisa

You're guaranteed to run this town

Whoa Mona Lisa

I'd pay to see you frown

Mona Lisa

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've paid for