Tareas

The Ballad Of Mona Lisa :
She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes amoment to assess the sin
She's paid for

A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words are spinning through his ears again
There'snothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun reign down on meGive me a sign
I want to believe

Woah, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frownHe senses something, call it desperation
Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say,
She would tellhim
But she'd have nothing left to sell him

Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun reign down on me
Give me asign
I want to believe

Woah, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frown

MonaLisa, yeah

Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun reign down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believe

Woah, MonaLisa,
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
Andlet the sun reign 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