She paints her fingers with a close precision.He starts to notice empty bottles of gin and takes a moment to $$#es the sin she's paid for.
A lonely speaker and 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 wanna believe...

Whoa oh oh oh oh Mona Lisa,

you're guaranteed to run this town.
Whoa oh oh oh oh 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.


WOO!

Say what you mean, tell me I'm right, and let the sun rain down on me. Give me a sign I wanna believe...


Whoa oh oh oh oh Mona Lisa,
you're guaranteed to run this town.

Whoa oh oh oh oh Mona Lisa,
I pay to see you frown-.


Mo-na- Li-sa-wa mmmna-

Say what you mean, tell me I'm right, and let the sun rain down on me. Give me a sign I wanna believe...


Whoa oh oh oh oh Mona Lisa,
you're guaranteed to run this town.

Whoa oh oh oh oh Mona Lisa,
I 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 wanna believe...

There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for