| Hey
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| Ok
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| I’m banging Mona Lisa in her bed
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| It’s sad
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| We never had a chance to be just friends
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| Instead
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| I’m banging Mona Lisa in her bed
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| Today
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| Her brothers make me pay
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| She’s in love with her mirror, says I
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| And the way that she flies makes her cry
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| I don’t know about her reasons
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| She just tears us in pieces
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| Still she aches for her sweet lullabies
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| But oh don’t ask why pretty things need to fly
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| Hey
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| Ok
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| I’m banging Mona Lisa in her bed
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| It’s sad
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| We never had a chance to be just friends
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| Instead
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| I’m banging Mona Lisa in her bed
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| Today
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| Her brothers make me pay
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| I’m in love with her brother, Cezar
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| I just hope we don’t take it too far
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| There is love beyond reason
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| There are reasons for leaving
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| Still i come for her sweet lullabies
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| But oh don’t ask why pretty things need to fly
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| Hey
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| Ok
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| I’m banging Mona Lisa in her bed
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| It’s sad
|
| We never had a chance to be just friends
|
| Instead
|
| I’m banging Mona Lisa in her bed
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| Today
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| Her brothers make me pay
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| Oh don’t ask why pretty things need to fly
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| Oh don’t ask why pretty things need to fly
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| Oh don’t ask why pretty things need to fly
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| I’ll see you in the sky
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| Hey
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| Ok
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| I’m banging Mona Lisa in her bed
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| It’s sad
|
| We never had a chance to be just friends
|
| Instead
|
| I’m banging Mona Lisa in her bed
|
| Today
|
| Her brothers make me pay
|
| Hey
|
| Ok
|
| I’m banging Mona Lisa in her bed
|
| It’s sad
|
| We never had a chance to be just friends
|
| Instead
|
| I’m banging Mona Lisa in her bed
|
| Today
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| Her brothers make me pay
|
| Hey
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| Ok |