Bella Belle

[Intro] One, Two, Three, Four [Verse 1] You're on the train, it's all the same You're looking out the window pane And then amongst the gray and rain You smell her cookin' But then you see a foot, a leg You scramble like a scrambled egg You wanna weep, you wanna beg She lookin' good! She drops her lipstick on the floor It rolled along the corridor She headin' for the bathroom door You follow blindly You knock upon the pearly gate Before you know it, it's too late You took the apple and you ate A big ol' bite! [Pre-Chorus] Lucky you, lucky you Lucky you that she never knew Lucky you, lucky you Lucky you that she never knew [Chorus] She said her name was Bella Belle (Soft and smooth like caramel) Stop and think 'bout what you got The girl is trouble, can you tell? Oh, her name is Bella Belle And one by one the boys all yell (Let me be ya' fella, 'cause you're looking mighty swell, Belle) [Verse 2] The wife is sweet enough to eat You have a fetish for her feet Without her you were incomplete You love her dearly But now at home she's all alone She never nags, she never moans She say you are her precious stone She shine up nice! You're married under the apple tree You're true, you knew, you wanna be But now it's only plain to see You feel so guilty You wish you could resign away Or find a way to hide away You know the little runaway Has strangled you [Pre-Chorus] Lucky you, lucky you Lucky you that she never knew Lucky you, lucky you (Lucky you that she never knew) [Chorus] She said her name was Bella Belle (Soft and smooth like caramel) Stop and think 'bout what you got The girl is trouble, can you tell? Oh, her name is Bella Belle And one by one the boys all yell (Let me be ya' fella, 'cause you're looking mighty swell, Belle) [Bridge] Hippity hop, skibbity bop, doop doo wah (x12) Hippity, hippity, doop doo wah Skippity, skippity, doop doo wah (and line above, 3x) Hippy, hippy, doop doo wah Skippy, skippy, doop doo wah [Chorus] She said her name was Bella Belle (Soft and smooth like caramel) Stop and think 'bout what you got The girl is trouble, can you tell? Oh, her name is Bella Belle And one by one the boys all yell (Let me be ya' fella, 'cause you're looking mighty swell, Belle)