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Let me tell you about my girlfriend,
My girlfriend Mona Lisa,
She let somebody take a picture
So she can be a fashionista.
She said she wanna be a model
But what she wanna be a model for?
She told me that she want to travel
Walk the rumors in Milano.
But I tell her that I loved her
Adored her, I need her, my Lisa.
She told me trust her,
I want to, I wanna trust her.
And I don't know why it hurts me, it hurts me, it hurts me
I get jealous when she workin', workin', workin'
