The ballad of Mona Lisa

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 lonely speaker in a conversation, her words are swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you 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🎶O:-)( *'-'*)

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