| Let me tell you about my Girlfriend,
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| My Girlfriend Mona Lisa,
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| She Let Somebody Take Her Picture,
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| So She Could Be a Fashionista
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| She says she wanna be a Model
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| But what she wanna be a Model for,
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| She told me that she wanna Travel
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| Walk the Room at the Milano
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| But I Tell her that I Loved Her, Adored Her, I Need Her, My Lisa
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| She told me Trust Her, I Won’t, I Wanna Trust Her
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| And I Dunno why it Hurts Me Hurts Me Hurts Me
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| I get Jealous when she Working Working Working
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| All the Fellas they be Looking Looking Looking,
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| They Lookin at My Lisa Lisa Lisa
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| Let me tell you about my Baby,
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| My Baby Mona Lisa,
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| She told me that I’m Acting Crazy,
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| She said I Need to Free Her
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| She said she feel like she in Prison,
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| But why she feel like she in Prison,
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| We always go into the Oceanside, and the Mountain Top
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| We be Livin' the Good Livin'
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| She wanna be a Model,
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| And Travel, and walk in the Room with the Milano
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| She say I’m Jealous, I know I’m Jealous,
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| Because I Wanna have her for me and not the Fellas
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| And it Hurts Me Hurts Me Hurts Me,
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| All the Time She Be Working Working Working,
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| Them Boys be Flirtin' Flirtin',
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| They Flirtin' with my Lisa Lisa Lisa
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| Smile For Me Mona Lisa Lisa
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| Lisa |