In a villa in a little old Italian town
lives a girl whose beauty shames the rose.
Many yearn to love her but their hopes all tumble down.
What does she want? No one knows!

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa men have named you:
You’re so like the lady with the mystic smile.
Is it only ’cause your lonely they have blamed you
for that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile?

Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa,
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep.
They just lie there, and they die there.

Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa,
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art?