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...
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 taste of what you paid for
Her words are swimming through his ears again
There’s nothing wrong with just taste of what you paid for
Say what you mean
tell me im right
and let the sun rain down on me
give me a sign
I wanna believe
I wanna believe
Whoa Mona Lisa,
you’re 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’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
Oh Mona Lisa
Say what you mean tell me I’m right
Say what you mean tell me I’m right
and let the sun rain down on me
give me a sign
I wanna believe
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
Say what you mean
tell me I’m right
and let the sun rain down on me
give me a sign
I wanna believe
I wanna believe
There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for....
"keep playing this song over and over again.. hehe still tryin to figure out the story behind this song.. btw i love Panic At The Disco!"
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