| Song | Mona Lisa Lost Her Smile |
| Artist | David Allan Coe |
| Album | For The Record- The First 10 Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cunningham | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| The painter's hands are trembling now. | |
| And if she's out there running wild, | |
| It's just because I taught her how. | |
| The masterpiece that we had planned | |
| Is laying shattered on the ground. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| And the painter's hands are trembling now. | |
| And the eyes that used to burn for me, | |
| Now they no longer look my way. | |
| And the love that used to be, | |
| Why it just got lost in yesterday. | |
| And if she seems cold to the touch | |
| Well, there used to be a flame. | |
| I gave too little, took too much, | |
| 'Till I erased the painter's name. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| The painter's hands are trembling now. | |
| And if she's out there running wild, | |
| It's just because I taught her how. | |
| The masterpiece that we had planned | |
| Is laying shattered on the ground. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| And the painter's hands are trembling now. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| And the painter's hands are trembling now. | |
| And if she's out there running wild, | |
| It's just because I taught her how. | |
| And the masterpiece that we had planned, | |
| It's laying there shattered on the ground. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| And the painter's hands are trembling now. |
| zuo ci : Cunningham | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| The painter' s hands are trembling now. | |
| And if she' s out there running wild, | |
| It' s just because I taught her how. | |
| The masterpiece that we had planned | |
| Is laying shattered on the ground. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| And the painter' s hands are trembling now. | |
| And the eyes that used to burn for me, | |
| Now they no longer look my way. | |
| And the love that used to be, | |
| Why it just got lost in yesterday. | |
| And if she seems cold to the touch | |
| Well, there used to be a flame. | |
| I gave too little, took too much, | |
| ' Till I erased the painter' s name. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| The painter' s hands are trembling now. | |
| And if she' s out there running wild, | |
| It' s just because I taught her how. | |
| The masterpiece that we had planned | |
| Is laying shattered on the ground. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| And the painter' s hands are trembling now. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| And the painter' s hands are trembling now. | |
| And if she' s out there running wild, | |
| It' s just because I taught her how. | |
| And the masterpiece that we had planned, | |
| It' s laying there shattered on the ground. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| And the painter' s hands are trembling now. |
| zuò cí : Cunningham | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| The painter' s hands are trembling now. | |
| And if she' s out there running wild, | |
| It' s just because I taught her how. | |
| The masterpiece that we had planned | |
| Is laying shattered on the ground. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| And the painter' s hands are trembling now. | |
| And the eyes that used to burn for me, | |
| Now they no longer look my way. | |
| And the love that used to be, | |
| Why it just got lost in yesterday. | |
| And if she seems cold to the touch | |
| Well, there used to be a flame. | |
| I gave too little, took too much, | |
| ' Till I erased the painter' s name. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| The painter' s hands are trembling now. | |
| And if she' s out there running wild, | |
| It' s just because I taught her how. | |
| The masterpiece that we had planned | |
| Is laying shattered on the ground. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| And the painter' s hands are trembling now. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| And the painter' s hands are trembling now. | |
| And if she' s out there running wild, | |
| It' s just because I taught her how. | |
| And the masterpiece that we had planned, | |
| It' s laying there shattered on the ground. | |
| Mona Lisa lost her smile, | |
| And the painter' s hands are trembling now. |