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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 lonely speaker in a
conversation.
Her words were 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 want to believe.

Whoa oooh oooh Mona Lisa
guaranteed to run this town.
Whoa oooh oooh 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 want to believe.

Whoa oooh oooh Mona Lisa
guaranteed to run this town.
Whoa oooh oooh Mona Lisa
I'd pay to see you frown.

Mona Lisa
wear me out
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 want to believe.

Whoa oooh oooh Mona Lisa
guaranteed to run this town.
Whoa oooh oooh 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 want to believe.

There's nothing wrong
with just a taste
of what you've paid for.

Panic! At The Disco