Lisa.

Too much time but she has no occupation.
Cheap red wine her daily medication.
This city is dead, where's the recreation.
Close your eyes and start the hibernation.

High heels on, it's time to get some action.
Chasing bubbles just for the distraction.
Push your luck, just for a reaction.
Then, take it back, the master of retraction.

Moaner, Mona Lisa. What's it like under general anesthesia.
The boys fall over, with anything to please her.

Suitcase packed, you don't know where you're going.
Empty dreams in boxes that your sowing.
Hide your ace behind the joker that your showing.
You'll fly another day, you're so easygoing.

Notes to self on a dirty mirror.
Wipe them clean and everything is clearer.
Sleep all day to bring the future nearer.
Can't wake up, disillusioned dreamer.

Moaner, Mona lisa. What's it like under selectable amnesia.
The boys fall over, anything to please her.
Collateral damage, lisa loves a bleeder.
Fortune's told, you don't need a reader.
If you want change start moving moaner, mona Lisa.