Mona Mona
I'm a rare variety child.
I go for miles and miles.
My head is full.
My heart beats.
Until, until, until.
It's your turn.
Someday you'll be ash.
Why not start to burn.
It's nonsense.
All these trivial things.
If you ask me, please don't ask,
walked into that, so go ahead.
Convinced to believe,
your self-righteous speech.
Who cares what people think?!
I got Mona Lisa smiling on me.
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