Portobello Belle

Belladonna's on the high street
 Her breasts upon the off beat
 And the stalls are just the side shows
 Victoriana's old clothes
 And yes, her jeans are tight now
 She gonna travel light now
 She got to tear up all her roots now
 She got the turn up for the boots now
 She thinks she's tough
 She ain't no English rose
 
 Oh, but the blind singer
 He's seen enough and he knows
 Yes, and he do a song
 About a long gone Irish girl
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 Oh, but I got one for you
 Portobello belle
 She sees a man upon his back there
 Escaping from a sack there
 And Belladonna lingers
 Her gloves they got no fingers
 Yeah, the blind man singing Irish
 He gets his money in a tin dish
 Just a corner serenader
 Upon a time he could have made her, made her
 Yeah, she thinks she's tough
 She ain't no English rose
 Oh, but the blind singer
 He's seen enough and he knows
 Yes, and he do a song
 About a long gone Irish girl
 
 Oh, but I got one for you
 Portobello belle
 Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking
 And a parakeet is squawking
 Upon a truck, there's a rhino
 She get the crying of a wino
 And then, she gets the reggae rumble
 Belladonna's in the jungle
 But she is no garden flower
 There is no distress in the tower
 Oh, Belladonna walks
 Belladonna taking a stroll
 But she don't care about your window box
 Or your buttonhole
 Yes, and she sing a song
 About a long gone Irish girl
 Oh, I got one for you
 Portobello belle
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 Portobello belle