Mona Lisa - Bayside

I thought maybe we’d made a pact

But you gave into foul temptations making all the

Wrong moves and the wrong decisions

Making lies up for all the right questions

Maybe I was just asking too much

I don’t think it’s likely you’re just made from all the wrong stuff

Your bed’s been made

Mona Lisa, you’ve really done something

Done a number on all of my organs

Mona Lisa, you’ve really done something

Done a number on all of my organs

I must say I commend you on all of your fire

Soaring highs and drowning lows

Full speed ahead you go with all of your heartache

It’s all greater 10 minutes till doomsday

All the while just showing your teeth

Smiling or growling, never sure I just wait and see

Your bed’s been made, now go die in it

Mona Lisa, you’ve really done something

Done a number on all of my organs

Mona Lisa, you’ve really done something

Done a number on all of my organs

And I’ve been racking my brain figuring out what to say

But it may be safe to bet

That the day might still come where I’d forgive what you’ve done

But it still hasn’t happened yet

Your bed’s been made, now go die in it

Mona Lisa, you’ve really done something

You’re the black ice on my road to wholesome

Mona Lisa, you’ve really done something

Done a number on all of my organs

On all of my organs