This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
But oh I am not afraid to be a lone bohemian
I can paint a portrait of myself
I will call me a black Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Come to discover I am your daughter
The sky above me is silent and empty
I am an island a little freak of melancholy
But these hands they unbead your rosary of wisdom
Bewitched, spellbound I'm found and returned from superstition
You are my martyr I'm a vestige of a revolution
My alma, my mater and now I can let go my old addictive solutions
But oh I am not afraid to be a lone bohemian
I can paint a portrait of myself
I will call me a black Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Come to discover I am
Oh I am not afraid to be a lone bohemian
I can paint a portrait of myself
I will call me a black Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Come to discover I am your daughter
I used to be a connoisseur of hate, self hate, paternal hate
Hate cum gratis I connected every kind
Sipping it like red wine the insecurity was mine
The ties that bind were my design
But oh I am not afraid to be a lone bohemian
I can paint a portrait of myself
I will call me a black Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Come to discover I am your daughter
The sun is still unkind to those like you and me
Seekers of sanctuary though I'm not afraid
I'm sanctified and fortified because you sacrificed
I can call myself Mona Lisa
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Men have adored you
I can paint a portrait of myself
I will call me a black Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Come to discover I am your daughter
The sky above me is silent and empty
I am an island a little freak of melancholy
But these hands they unbead your rosary of wisdom
Bewitched, spellbound I'm found and returned from superstition
You are my martyr I'm a vestige of a revolution
My alma, my mater and now I can let go my old addictive solutions
But oh I am not afraid to be a lone bohemian
I can paint a portrait of myself
I will call me a black Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Come to discover I am
Oh I am not afraid to be a lone bohemian
I can paint a portrait of myself
I will call me a black Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Come to discover I am your daughter
I used to be a connoisseur of hate, self hate, paternal hate
Hate cum gratis I connected every kind
Sipping it like red wine the insecurity was mine
The ties that bind were my design
But oh I am not afraid to be a lone bohemian
I can paint a portrait of myself
I will call me a black Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Come to discover I am your daughter
The sun is still unkind to those like you and me
Seekers of sanctuary though I'm not afraid
I'm sanctified and fortified because you sacrificed
I can call myself Mona Lisa
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Men have adored you
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Black Mona Lisa Lyrics as written by Lamya H S Al-mugheiry Major
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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