Bella donnas on the highstreet Her breasts upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victorianos old clothes And yes her jeans are tight now She got to travel light now She got to turn up all her roots now She got to turn up for the boots now She thinks shes tough She aint no English rose But the blind singer Hes seen enough and he knows Do a song about a long gone Irish girl But I got one for you Portobello Belle She sees a man upon his back there Escaping from a sack there And Bella donna lingers Her gloves aint got no fingers The blind man says he Irish He gets his money in a tin dish Just a corner serinader Upon a time he could of made her She thinks shes tough She aint no English rose But the blind singer Hes seen enough and he knows Do a song about a long gone Irish girl But I got one for you Portobello Belle This time a pair a boys are hawking And the paraket is squawking Upon a truck there is a wino She get the crying off the wino And then she here the raggy rumble Bella donna is in the jungle But she is no garden flower There is no distress in the tower Bella donna walks Bella donna taking a stroll She dont care about your window box or your button hole Sing a song about a long gone Irish girl But I got one for you Portobello Belle
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 07:28:52 +0000
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