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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 Letras de cancionesAnd I've been racking my brain figuring out what to say, But it may be safe to bet, That the day might 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 From Letras Mania