Isabella, my love
I sing your name in the morning time
Thought of giving you up
But a woman with your wardrobe is hard to find
(gotta keep in mind, I can wear your high heels all the time)
Prance around in your shoes
In a halter top and lallydrags of cobalt blue
Isabella, who knew
That I would find myself a woman who could fit me too
(just like you do, aaahh)
Seven o’clock in the evening
You’re stepping out into the town
But while I’m alone in the latty
I’ll be stepping right in to your dinner gown
Isabella, my love
Your friends all say that it’s a warning sign
(oh don’t you know)
But they don’t know what you know
I like a muscle shirt or a mini-skirt; they both fit fine
(get with the times, aaahhhh)
Isabella, my love (my love, my love)
Isabella, my love (my love, my love)
Isabella, my love (my love, my love)
Isabella, my love
