Mona, you know you wander non the street cornerni should have warned you nall of the boys andnall of their poisen nthey rob you blindnni knew your motherngod rest her soulnand where was your father, nya well nobody knowsnyou wish things were differentnthe hands you were givennjust dont seem fair nyah you playin with what you givennand your doing finenya but you try not to think about it nmost of the timenyou just do what you have to nto make sure you get throughnyah but sometimes it hurtsnnsinging mona nyou know you wander non the street corner ni should have warned younall of the boys andnall of their poisennas they make there way nya to san josennyah well your still so youngnbut you feel so oldnits just the things you been throughnthat are making you coldni think your going to turn soonni gotta be careful with my movesnjust might loose you for goodnlisten i can fight your demons ncause id have to fight youncause there so far inside you nand i just cant seem to get throughnit aint none of my business nit aint none of my placenyah but i still had to trynnsinging mona nyou know you gonna non the street corner ni should have warned younall of the boys andnall of their poisennas they make there way nya to san jose nownnoh now i think ive lost you ncant reach you no morencause your high as i kitenand im down here on the floornyah im begging you to come backnnow you cant even hear that nyou just floated awaynoh yah its such a shamencause i remember the day nwhen we use to playnon your mothers front lawnnsinging those old songsnnot a care in the worldnnoh im just singingnmona nyou know you wander non the street corner ni know your gonna offernall of the boys andnall of their poisennas they make there way nya to san jose darlingnyah to san jose nownnsinging mona nyou know you gonna non the street corner