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I am the man that's she's drivin' wild,
but Mona Lisa never smiled
as an adult or a younger child--
She was wild as the wind
on the western plains;
could run much faster than the driven rains.
Trains ran through her with whistles blowin',
you couldn't tell if she were comin' or goin'.
She'd clip rose stems and arrange them in a vase--
still...I never seen a smile alight on her face.
I'd spit out a joke,
her smile wasn't half.
I felt I lived
to make this girl laugh.
So I pulled out my brush
and asked her to sit for awhile.
She looked so pretty in her paint by number smile.
still... Mona Lisa never smiled.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
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I am the man that's she's drivin' wild,
but Mona Lisa never smiled
as an adult or a younger child--
She was wild as the wind
on the western plains;
could run much faster than the driven rains.
Trains ran through her with whistles blowin',
you couldn't tell if she were comin' or goin'.
She'd clip rose stems and arrange them in a vase--
still...I never seen a smile alight on her face.
I'd spit out a joke,
her smile wasn't half.
I felt I lived
to make this girl laugh.
So I pulled out my brush
and asked her to sit for awhile.
She looked so pretty in her paint by number smile.
still... Mona Lisa never smiled.
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