Music

 Mona Lisa
 She couldn’t sleep she went down to the kitchen
 Grabbed paper and pencil, ate leftover chicken
 She wrote down a poem that was mildly erotic
 Tucked it under my pillow and went back to bed
  
 And it’s so damn cold out there’s nothing to do
 But she’s lying there reading her book in the nude
 And something smells perfect, a pie or a cake
 Some kind of pasta I cannot even pronounce the name
  
 And you don’t kick the Mona Lisa out of bed for eating crackers
 Don’t you dare cry just because the roses have thorns
 Damn those old sayings my dad used just to annoy me
 But isn’t it funny how they all hit the nail on the head
  
 Innocent quips and stupid suggestions
 Never do much to answer my questions
 But a look in her eyes and I get the meaning
 She sets it all straight in my head without even speaking
  
 Everyone said hold her and don’t let her go
 But she started to squirm after an hour or so
 She said don’t get all crazy we’re here to the end
 I get happy I get mad I get sad, I get happy again
  
 And you don’t kick the Mona Lisa out of bed for eating crackers
 Don’t you dare cry just because the roses have thorns
 Damn those old sayings my dad used just to annoy me
 But isn’t it funny how they all hit the nail on the head
 Isn’t it funny how they all hit the nail on the head