Isabella
I was bored out of my mind at this hotel somewhere downtown
Blind to the bright lights and I tuned out all the mad sounds
But I gained some new perspective with every shitty drink I poured down
Saw the city in different colors and different shapes now
There's a girl waiting outside and her name is Isabella
She moved here for the nightlife but instead she found a new love
And I don't care much for models but I just can't get enough of
Isabella
What's going on inside your head?
You throw me, I feel the questions burning
What's going on inside your head?
Can I know, I know, I know?
Isabella
Do you think about home sometimes?
Do you wonder
What it's like up in your past life?
There's a thousand dull pedestrians and then there's Isabella
She acts like open windows but I swear she's an enigma
And your boyfriend seems polite but does he really satisfy ya,
Isabella?
What's going on inside your head?
My imagination keeps on churning
What's going on inside your head
My friend, my friend, my friend?
Isabella
Do you think about home sometimes?
Do you wonder
What it's like up in your past life?
Where the nights look like the silver screen
And your lungs are doused in kerosene
Oh, Bella
Isabella
Isabella
Do you think about home sometimes?
Do you wonder
What it's like up in your past life?
Where the nights look like the silver screen
And your lungs are doused in kerosene
Oh, Bella
Isabella
Blind to the bright lights and I tuned out all the mad sounds
But I gained some new perspective with every shitty drink I poured down
Saw the city in different colors and different shapes now
There's a girl waiting outside and her name is Isabella
She moved here for the nightlife but instead she found a new love
And I don't care much for models but I just can't get enough of
Isabella
What's going on inside your head?
You throw me, I feel the questions burning
What's going on inside your head?
Can I know, I know, I know?
Isabella
Do you think about home sometimes?
Do you wonder
What it's like up in your past life?
There's a thousand dull pedestrians and then there's Isabella
She acts like open windows but I swear she's an enigma
And your boyfriend seems polite but does he really satisfy ya,
Isabella?
What's going on inside your head?
My imagination keeps on churning
What's going on inside your head
My friend, my friend, my friend?
Isabella
Do you think about home sometimes?
Do you wonder
What it's like up in your past life?
Where the nights look like the silver screen
And your lungs are doused in kerosene
Oh, Bella
Isabella
Isabella
Do you think about home sometimes?
Do you wonder
What it's like up in your past life?
Where the nights look like the silver screen
And your lungs are doused in kerosene
Oh, Bella
Isabella
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Writer(s): Sarika Rao
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