Текст песни Dire Straits - Portobello Belle

Bella donna's on the highstreetHer breasts upon the off-beatAnd the stalls are just the side showsVictoriano's old clothesAnd yes her jeans are tight nowShe got to travel light nowShe got to turn up all her roots nowShe got to turn up for the boots nowShe thinks she's toughShe ain't no English roseBut the blind singerHe's seen enough and he knowsDo a song about a long gone Irish girlBut I got one for you Portobello BelleShe sees a man upon his back thereEscaping from a sack thereAnd Bella donna lingersHer gloves ain't got no fingersThe blind man says he IrishHe gets his money in a tin dish

Just a corner serinaderUpon a time he could of made herShe thinks she's toughShe ain't no English roseBut the blind singerHe's seen enough and he knowsDo a song about a long gone Irish girlBut I got one for you Portobello BelleThis time a pair of boys are hawkingAnd the paraket is squawkingUpon a truck there is a winoShe get the crying off the winoAnd then she hear the raggy rumbleBella donna is in the jungleBut she is no garden flowerThere is no distress in the towerBella donna walksBella donna taking a strollShe don't care about your window box or your button holeSing a song about a long gone Irish girlBut I got one for you Portobello Belle
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