She is the kind of girl you dream about
The goddess on the TV screen
It's time you saw the bigger picture now
Connect the dots and paint by numbers, yeah

(Ooh) How does it feel?
She's a Mona Lisa
(Ooh) How does it feel?
You just can't get enough

She's gonna be the end of you (the end of you)
You'd better run and hide
'Cause there is nothing you can do (what can you do)
Another brokenhearted child
But you don't seem to mind

Some people say it's all too typical
Another love that don't make sense, no, no
You know it never will be physical
And that's what makes it all the best, but

How does it feel?
She's a Mona Lisa
(Ooh) How does it feel?
You just can't get enough

She's gonna be the end of you
You'd better run and hide
'Cause there is nothing you can do (what can you do)
Like it or not, she's gonna blow your mind
You see, the writing's on the wall (upon the wall)
Another brokenhearted child

Late at night when shadows fall
Exercise some self-control
There will be another night
Someone who will treat you right
'Til that day you're better off alone

You'd better run and hide
'Cause there is nothing you can do (what can you do)
Like it or not, she's gonna blow your mind
You know the writing's on the wall (upon the wall)
Another brokenhearted, another brokenhearted child

She is the kind of girl you dream about