Portobello belle (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
And yes 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
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
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 the parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck a paper rhino
She get the crying off the 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
Sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you my Portobello Belle.

(Extraída del álbum “Communiqué” / Vertigo - 1979)