Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, how's your sex life?
Are you getting all the loving that you should?
There's no use in saving up until the next life;
You had better get it while the getting's good.
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men acclaim you;
And they all admit you have a lot of class.
But they all say the same things about you;
You just lie there, and you die there.
Won't you squirm, won't you squeal Mona Lisa?
Or is it true you're just a lousy work of ... art?