Mandy Moore - Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters lyrics
[Mandy Moore - Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters lyrics]
And now I know "Spanish Harlem" are not just
Pretty words to say i thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow
In New York City
Until you've seen this trash-can
Dream come true you stand at the edge while
People run you through and I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people
Out there like you
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
This Broadway's got
It's got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes, I might join in
Oh, I go my way alone grow my own
My own seeds shall be sown in New York City
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride, and the hobo, he can drown
And I thank the Lord for
The people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
Oh
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
And now I know "Spanish Harlem" are not just
Pretty words to say mmm, I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow
In New York City
Until you've seen this trash-can
Dream come true you stand at the edge while
People run you through and I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you, yeah
I thank the Lord there's people
Out there like you, oh
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
Well, unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
They know not if it's dark outside or light
Pretty words to say i thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow
In New York City
Until you've seen this trash-can
Dream come true you stand at the edge while
People run you through and I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people
Out there like you
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
This Broadway's got
It's got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes, I might join in
Oh, I go my way alone grow my own
My own seeds shall be sown in New York City
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride, and the hobo, he can drown
And I thank the Lord for
The people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
Oh
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
And now I know "Spanish Harlem" are not just
Pretty words to say mmm, I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow
In New York City
Until you've seen this trash-can
Dream come true you stand at the edge while
People run you through and I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you, yeah
I thank the Lord there's people
Out there like you, oh
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
Well, unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
They know not if it's dark outside or light