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belladonna's on the high street

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3. PORTOBELLO BELLE (Live)

Belladonna's on the Highstreet
Her breasts upon the offbeat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
And yes, her jeans are tight now
She got to travel light now
She got to turn up all her roots now
She got to turn up for 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
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 ain't got no fingers
Blind man he's singing, says the Irish
He gets his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Once upon a time he could've 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, Portobello Belle

Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking
And a the parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck a paper rhino
She get the crying off the wino
And then she hears the reggae rumble
Belladonna's in the jungle
But she ain't no garden flower
There ain't no distress in the tower, not at all
Belladonna walks
Belladonna taking control
She don't care about your window box
Your button hole
Sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you, my Portobello Belle.