Moaning Lisa, Moaning Lisa I have named you.
I can't paint the lady with the mystic smile.
From your eyes I can see that you blame me
for that Moaning Lisa strangeness in your smile.
Is it a look of contempt that you give me,
with angry eyes you know you broke my heart.
Many dreams I have brought to your doorstop,
they just lie there and they die there,
I will not give you eyebrows Moaning Lisa
I will leave you as a crappy work of art...................
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