| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | 
| The painter’s hands are trembling now. | 
| And if she’s out there running wild, | 
| It’s just because I taught her how. | 
| The masterpiece that we had planned | 
| Is laying shattered on the ground. | 
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | 
| And the painter’s hands are trembling now. | 
| And the eyes that used to burn for me, | 
| Now they no longer look my way. | 
| And the love that used to be, | 
| Why it just got lost in yesterday. | 
| And if she seems cold to the touch | 
| Well, there used to be a flame. | 
| I gave too little, took too much, | 
| 'Till I erased the painter’s name. | 
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | 
| The painter’s hands are trembling now. | 
| And if she’s out there running wild, | 
| It’s just because I taught her how. | 
| The masterpiece that we had planned | 
| Is laying shattered on the ground. | 
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | 
| And the painter’s hands are trembling now. | 
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | 
| And the painter’s hands are trembling now. | 
| And if she’s out there running wild, | 
| It’s just because I taught her how. | 
| And the masterpiece that we had planned, | 
| It’s laying there shattered on the ground. | 
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | 
| And the painter’s hands are trembling now. |