Bella donna's on the highstreet
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Her breasts upon the off beat
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And the stalls are just the side shows
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Victoriano's old clothes
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And yes her jeans are tight now
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She got to travel light now
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She got to turn up all her roots now
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She got to turn up for the boots now
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She thinks she's tough
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She ain't no English rose
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But the blind singer
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He's seen enough and he knows
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Do a song about a long gone Irish girl
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But I got one for you Portobello Belle
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She sees a man upon his back there
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Escaping from a sack there
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And Bella donna lingers
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Her gloves aint got no fingers
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The blind man says he Irish
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He gets his money in a tin dish
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Just a corner serinader
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Upon a time he could of made her
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She thinks she's tough
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She ain't no English rose
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But the blind singer
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He's seen enough and he knows
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Do a song about a long gone Irish girl
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But I got one for you Portobello Belle
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This time a pair a boys are hawking
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And the paraket is squawking
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Upon a truck there is a wino
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She get the crying off the wino
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And then she here the raggy rumble
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Bella donna is in the jungle
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But she is no garden flower
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There is no distress in the tower
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Bella donna walks
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Bella donna taking a stroll
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She don't care about your window box or your button hole
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Sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
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But I got one for you Portobello Belle
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Portobello Belle
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Dire Straits |