User blog comment:Galactic Papyrus/ohhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH/@comment-28542416-20160426093942

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  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 want to 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 want to 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 want to believe