Portobello Belle

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Bella donna´s on the hi-F-gh street  -C-
Her breasts upon the o-F-ff beat  -C-
And the stalls are just the si[F]de shows  -C-
Victoriana´s o-F-ld clothes  -C-
And yes her jeans are ti-F-ght now  -C-
She gotta travel li-F-ght now  -C-
She´s gotta tear up all her ro-F-ots now  -C-
She got a turn up for the bo-F-ots now  -C-
-F-Yeah she thinks she´s tough
She ain´t no english ro-C-se
-F-But the blind singer
He´s seen enough and he kno-C-ws
-Bb-Yes and he do a song
About
 [A] lo-
 [F]-ng gone Irish gi-
 [C]-rl
-Bb-Ah but I got one for you -F- Portobello be-C-ll

She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And bella donna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers
Yeah, the blind man singing Irish
He get 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
But the blind singer
He´s seen enough and he knows
Yes and do a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Ah but I got one for you Portobello bell

Yes and the barrow boys are hawking
And a parakeet is aquawking
Upon a truck there is a rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then she hear the reggae rumble
Bella donna´s in the jungle
But she in no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower
Oh, bella donna walks
Bella donna taking a stroll
But she don´t care about your window box
Or your button hole
Yes and she sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
Ah but I got one for you Portobello belle.

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This is my Portobello belle´s transcription, send me an Email if you
don´t think that it´s alright.

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