The Ballad Of Mona Lisa

Intro: Am  Am(#5)  G#m

Am
She paints her fingers with a close precision
Am(#5)
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
A4(#5)                 G#m                  Am         E
And takes a moment to assess the sins she's paid for

Am
A lone speaker in a conversation
Am(#5)
Her words are swimming through his ears again
A4(#5)                 G#m                             Am         G
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

F            C                E
Say what you mean, tell me I'm right
            Am       G       F
And let the sun rain down on me
          C                E
Give me a sign, I wanna believe

F
Woah, Mona Lisa
Am                   G
You're guaranteed to run this town
F
Woah, Mona Lisa
C                  E
I'd pay to see you frown

(Intro)

Am
He senses something, call it desperation
Am(#5)
Another dollar, another day
A4(#5)                    G#m                         Am
And if she had the proper words to say, she would tell him
Am
But she'd have nothing left to sell him

F             C                E
Say what you mean, tell me I'm right
            Am        G      F
And let the sun rain down on me
          C                E
Give me a sign, I wanna believe

F
Woah, Mona Lisa
Am                   G
You're guaranteed to run this town
F
Woah, Mona Lisa
C                  E
I'd pay to see you frown

Am   C
Mona Lisa
 G      E
Wear me out
Am         C        G  E
Pleased to please ya
Am   C
Mona Lisa
 G      E
Wear me out

F             C                E
Say what you mean, tell me I'm right
            Am        G      F
And let the sun rain down on me
          C                E
Give me a sign, I wanna believe

F
Woah, Mona Lisa
Am                   G
You're guaranteed to run this town
F
Woah, Mona Lisa
C                  E
I'd pay to see you frown

F                              C
Say what you mean, tell me I'm right
            Am       G       F
And let the sun rain down on me
F                          C   E
Give me a sign, I wanna believe

A4(#5)                                                 Am
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for