She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin He takes a moment to a**ess 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, 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 want to believe Whoa, Mona Lisa You're guaranteed to run this town Whoa, Mona Lisa I'd pay to see you frown Mona Lisa ya Pleased to please you Mona Lisa na 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, 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 want to believe There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for