Oh the woman with the Mona Lisa smile,
You make my heart yearn
You make my mind dream
You make my soul soar so high, I am
Afraid that I might burn up in the sky
How can this be?
How can this be happening to me?
What is this magic of your smile doing to me?
How can someone as beautiful and amazing as you
With your Mona Lisa smile affect me so?
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