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Dire Straits Communiqué Portobello Belle 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 |
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