Disco-Mona

Disco - Mona 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 a taste of what you 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 Wear me out I'm pleased to please ya Mona Lisa Wear me out 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