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