Monica Lyrics - Singles - Bern Dan

I remember Monica 

At the US Open 

She mighta been 16 

Couldn't've been much more 

Answering some questions 

And giggling, I'd never seen 

Someone so alive on TV before 

Do you remember Monica 

Shrieking on her backhand 

Disguising herself as she went out at night 

Coloring her hair 

Like someone was telling her 

Lay low, invisible, and out of sight 

And then, Monica 

The blade came, Monica 

Like God spitting on you, a knife in your back 

We read it in the paper 

Then moved on to other things 

But for you all the colors, fade to black 

And oh, Monica 

There you are, Monica 

On the cross with Jesus and Martin Luther King 

Just like John Lennon, by that hotel 

You have to pay for our sins 

Was it like being raped? 

Was it like being dead? 

Like a bad movie over and over again? 

And then, did everyone who came close to you 

Suddenly hold a knife in their hand? 

And now you're back, Monica 

Grim and hammering 

Trying not to think about that thing, then 

And I hope that you win 

Every medal you can win 

But it may never be much fun again 

And oh, Monica 

There you are, Monica 

On the cross with Jesus and Martin Luther King 

Just like John Lennon, by that hotel 

You have to pay for our sins 

Just like Jesus, by that hotel 

You will have to pay for our sins