| Well, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa men have named you |
| You’re so like a lady with a mystic smile |
| Is it only 'cause you’re lonely they have named you |
| For that Mona Lisa strain that’s in your smile |
| Well, is your smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa |
| Or is this your way to hide a broken heart |
| Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep |
| They just lie there, and they die there |
| Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa |
| Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art |
| Well, in a villa, in the little old Italian town |
| Lives a girl who’s beauty changed the rogue |
| And he yearned to love her but their hopes all tumbled down |
| What does she want, I guess nobody knows |
| Well, is your smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa |
| Or is this your way to hide a broken heart |
| Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa |
| Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art |
| Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art |
| Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art… |