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she ain t no english rose
And the parakeet s squawking, the blind man sing in irish
Yes and she sing a song about a long-gone irish girl, but the blind singer
Just a corner serenader, she thinks she s tough
Ah but i got one for you, there is no distress in the tower, she ain t no english rose
yes and she sing a song about a long-gone irish girl
He s seen enough and he knows, portobello belle Portobello, and then she hear the reggae rumble
But she is no garden flower, she got to turn up all her roots now Portobello, bella donna s on the high street
Portobello belle, portobello belle, she ain t no english rose
Escaping from a sack there, he s seen enough and he knows, she thinks she s tough
She got to turn up all her roots now, ah but i got one for you Portobello, bella donna s on the high street
She get the crying of a wino, bella donna s in the jungle, she get the crying of a wino
And bella donna lingers, bella donna walks
Bella donna taking a stroll, she get the crying of a wino
She thinks she s tough, and the parakeet s squawking
and then she hear the reggae rumble
bella donna taking a stroll
he s seen enough and he knows
And yes her jeans are tight now, she got a turn up for the boots now
But the blind singer, her gloves ain t got no fingers
her gloves ain t got no fingers
He get his money in a tin dish, bella donna taking a stroll Dire, he s seen enough and he knows
ah but i got one for you
bella donna taking a stroll
Ah but i got one for you, yes and she sing a song about a long-gone irish girl Straits, oh but i got one for you
Bella donna s on the high street, and the parakeet s squawking, oh but i got one for you
She ain t no english rose, he s seen enough and he knows, and bella donna lingers
Ah but i got one for you, her gloves ain t got no fingers
Bella donna taking a stroll, he get his money in a tin dish, he get his money in a tin dish
Escaping from a sack there, upon a time he could have made her
And then she hear the reggae rumble, yes and he do a song about a long-gone irish girl
Upon a time he could have made her, and bella donna lingers, her breasts upon the off beat
yes and he do a song about a long-gone irish girl
But the blind singer, yes and the barrow boys are hawking
yes and he do a song about a long-gone irish girl
The blind man sing in irish, she ain t no english rose
Her breasts upon the off beat, portobello belle
yes and he do a song about a long-gone irish girl
and bella donna lingers
yes and he do a song about a long-gone irish girl