The Ballad of Mona Lisa - Gosh
Written by：John Feldmann/Butch Walker/Spencer Smith/Brendon Urie
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
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
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
