Stand behind the lines, is all she said Not to close and she's not clear Not to far away and then she'll disappear
What a sight to behold, this woman from France, so clear and so bold She leaves me in a trance
Guitar in hand she will sing til she's done Everyone wants her and you're not the only one
Can't touch Can't feel Can only see, this ageless beauty staring back at me
Behind that glass is her blue eyes She stares into my soul, as I fantasize
She's a beauty And to her you're just one in a million It's her choice, and that's the reason
Behind the glass, or up on the stage You can't touch her She doesn't age
She sings her siren song and belts it out loud To anyone who will listen in this very large crowd
Her eyes captivate anyone she meets Under her spell is all they repeat
Guitar in hand, cigarette in her mouth Shows over she says, it just won't work out
Behind that glass is her blue eyes She stares into my soul, as I fantasize
She's a beauty And to her you're just one in a million It's her choice, and that's the reason
We hold tight to those we admire My Mona Lisa is a star for sure She's on fire
Criss crossing the globe with her legions of fans She plays her heart out as she sings with her band
Behind that glass is her blue eyes She stares into my soul, as I fantasize
She's a beauty And to her you're just one in a million It's her choice, and that's the reason
I stare into the picture in my mind Is Mona Lisa a real person that I can find?