Sad Mona Lisa

Sad Mona Lisa

Left in the street to

Feed on the passions of men

With the devil in her eyes

And god in her smile

Innocence in the myth of a sin

Sad Mona Lisa

I know she don't mean to

But she pulls us apart like vines

She works through the night

In a town painted white

In the morning she leaves with the tide

And when she cried

There was a hurricane

She'll never know our names

And she beats the walls in vain

Only to return tomorrow

Our wives, they all chased her

Down Bourbon to St. Peter

They caught her at Dauphine and Anne

They dragged her down the 'Maine

Past the Voodoo Museum

And left her for dead at the station

Well, I am the attendant

And I saw her in the distance

I helped her to my place by the theatre

She drank all my wine,

Smoked holes in my sheets

She cried and I took her to bed

When she closed her eyes

Down came the rain

She'll never know my name

Because our faces are all the same

But I will return tomorrow

Oh Mona please tell me

Do you mean those words you say?

Will you love me 'til the end

Or will you call me a friend?