Now there are men who make history,
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There are men who change the world,
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And there are men like me,
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That simply find the right girl,
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And in that very moment, it all becomes clear.
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What I'm meant to do, the reason I'm here.
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Now every night I thank the Lord I found you
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And every time I put my arms around you
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I feel, like the frame
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That gets to hold the Mona Lisa.
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And I don't care,
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If that's all I ever do.
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It never fails [?], we walk in a room,
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Nobody sees me; they're all looking at you.
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I disappear, but that's fine with me,
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I feel the same way, you're all I can see.
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Now they've written books about Da Vinci's muse,
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I know it wasn't, but it should've been you, baby.
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Cause I feel, like the frame
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That gets to hold the Mona Lisa.
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And I don't care,
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If that's all I ever do.
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Oh oh oh oh oh...
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Why don't we run off to Paris while we're still young,
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We could drink a little wine, have a little fun,
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I could tell you "I love you" in a foreign tongue,
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We could work on our French in more ways than one,
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I could take your hand, we could walk in the Louvre,
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I could show 'em a real view, let 'em get a hold of you
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Cause I feel, like the frame
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That gets to hold the Mona Lisa.
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And I don't care,
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If that's all I ever do.
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I feel, like the frame
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That gets to hold the Mona Lisa.
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And I don't care,
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If that's all I ever do.
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Uno, due, tre, quatro
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Oh oh oh oh oh...
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The Mona Lisa
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| Brad Paisley |
