The Ballad Of Mona Lisa — Panic! At The Disco

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 lone speaker in a conversation Her words are 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 wanna believe

Woah, Mona Lisa You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, 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

Woah, Mona Lisa You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, 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 wanna believe

Woah, Mona Lisa You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, 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've paid for