I thought maybe we'd made a pact
But you gave into foul temptations making all the
Wrong moves and the wrong decisions
Making lies up for all the right questions
Maybe I was just asking too much
I don't think it's likely you're just made from all the wrong stuff
Your bed's been made

Mona Lisa, you've really done something
Done a number on all of my organs
Mona Lisa, you've really done something
Done a number on all of my organs

Must say I commend you on all of your fire
Soaring highs and drowning lows,
Full speed ahead you go with all of your heartache
It's all greater ten minutes till doomsday
All the while just showing your teeth
Smiling or growling, never sure I just wait and see
Your bed's been made, now go die in it

Mona Lisa, you've really done something
Done a number on all of my organs
Mona Lisa, you've really done something
Done a number on all of my organs

And I've been racking my brain figuring out what to say
But it may be safe to bet
That the day might come where I'd forgive what you've done
But it still hasn't happened yet

Your bed's been made, now go die in it

Mona Lisa, you've really done something
You're the black ice on my road to wholesome
Mona Lisa, you've really done something
Done a number on all of my organs
On all of my organs

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Writer(s): ANTHONY RANERI, CHRISTOPHER GUGLIELMO, JACK O'SHEA, NICK GHANBARIAN