| I thought maybe we’d made a pact
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| But you gave into foul temptations making all the
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| Wrong moves and the wrong decisions
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| Making lies up for all the right questions
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| Maybe I was just asking too much
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| I don’t think it’s likely you’re just made from all the wrong stuff
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| Your bed’s been made
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| Mona Lisa, you’ve really done something
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| Done a number on all of my organs
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| Mona Lisa, you’ve really done something
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| Done a number on all of my organs
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| I must say I commend you on all of your fire
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| Soaring highs and drowning lows
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| Full speed ahead you go with all of your heartache
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| It’s all greater 10 minutes till doomsday
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| All the while just showing your teeth
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| Smiling or growling, never sure I just wait and see
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| Your bed’s been made, now go die in it
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| Mona Lisa, you’ve really done something
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| Done a number on all of my organs
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| Mona Lisa, you’ve really done something
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| Done a number on all of my organs
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| And I’ve been racking my brain figuring out what to say
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| But it may be safe to bet
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| That the day might still come where I’d forgive what you’ve done
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| But it still hasn’t happened yet
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| Your bed’s been made, now go die in it
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| Mona Lisa, you’ve really done something
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| You’re the black ice on my road to wholesome
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| Mona Lisa, you’ve really done something
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| Done a number on all of my organs
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| On all of my organs |