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 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....