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Let me tell you about my girlfriend,
My girlfriend Mona Lisa,
She let somebody take a picture
So she can be a fashionista
She said she wanna be a model
But what she wanna be a model for?
She told me that she want to travel
Walk the rumors in Milano
But I tell her that I love her,
Adore her, I need her, my Lisa
She told me trust her,
I want to, I wanna trust her
And I dont know why it hurts me, it hurts me, it hurts me
I get jelous when she working, working, working
All the fellas they be looking, looking, looking
Theyre looking at my Lisa, Lisa, Lisa.
Let me tell you about my baby,
My baby Mona Lisa
She told me that Im acting crazy,
She said I need to free her
She said she feel like she imprisoned
But why shed feel like shes in prison?
Were always going to the ocean side
And on a mountain top wed be living a good living
She wanna be a model and travel
And walk any rumor in Milano
She says Im jealous, I know Im jealous,
Because I want her only for me and I fear to lose
And it hurts me, hurts me, hurts me,
All the time she be working, working, working,
And boys be flirting, flirting, flirting,
Flirting with my Lisa, Lisa, Lisa
Smile for me Mona Lisa, Lisa
Lisa
