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Monday, May 2, 2011

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 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

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
 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....

"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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