[Verse 1]
Let me tell you 'bout my girlfriend
My girlfriend Mona Lisa
She let somebody take a picture
So she can be a fashionista
She says she wanna be a model
But what she wanna be a model for?
She told me that she wanna travel
Walk the runways in Milano

[Chorus]
But I told her that I loved her, adored her
I need her, my Lisa
She told me trust her, I want to
I wanna trust her
And I don't know why it hurts me, hurts me, hurts me
I get jealous when she workin', workin', workin'
All the fellas, they be lookin', lookin', lookin'
They lookin' at my Lisa, Lisa, Lisa

[Post-Chorus]
Mmm-mmm, mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm, mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm (Mona Lisa)
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm (Mona Lisa)
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm (Mona Lisa)
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm (Mona Lisa)
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm (Mona Lisa)
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