“Dancing With Shadows”

Mona Lisas getting older,

her smile has faded like notes

lost through seas of poison.

Nobody could see the knife

moving through the air, a fast shot.

now she’ll die,

now she’ll dance

with the shadows of the knife, again.

Mona Lisa dances,

dances with shadows.

Songs she knows,

moves she shows.

To the men removing their clothes.

Now she dances,

oh how she dances.

But death made a move on the board.

The knife cut it’s way

through Monas smile,

through her lust of men

and lust for life.

Her laughter stopped and she saw,

her soul dance,

dance with shadows,

with the shadows of the club.

Mona Lisa dances,

dances with shadows.

The men they saw,

run cause they know.

The police will take them away,

now they run,

oh how they run.

And Mona Lisa’s cold,

And Mona Lisa’s cold.

 

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