Isabella

Isabella looks like she spends her days picking flowers in a grassy field
Isabella is an angel on earth, and I worship the ground beneath her heels
And I've seen every single photo of her that exists on the internet
Oh Isabella, she's so perfect
How could I ever compare
She's as precious as a prayer

Oh how I wish she was me
Cause then you would've met me first
And I'd be the one in all your polaroids of her
I wanna dye my hair the exact shade as hers
Cause maybe then you'd look at me the way
You look at Isabella

Isabella, my friends tell me she's as sweet as candy
But Isabella her sweetness is starting to turn to poison in me
We've barely met, but I wanna steal her perfume and swim in a pool of it
Cause Isabella, what's it about her
That I will never possess
I want her side of your bed

Oh how I wish she was me
Cause then you would've met me first
And I'd be the one in all your polaroids of her
I wanna dye my hair the exact shade as hers
Cause maybe then you'd look at me the way
You look at Isabella
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh

So I'll write everything down in a handwritten note
That I'll carry in my back pocket, and never let you know
Cause there comes a point for a girl who has never been in love
Where I start to watch the others and think I am not enough
Isabella I wanna meet her
Just so that I can be her
Be the initial on your neck
Be the face inside your locket
Isabella I can't escape her
She sends me compliments on paper
But secretly every waking day
All I think about is how I wanna take her place

Cause then you would've met me first
And I'd be the one in all your polaroids of her
I wanna dye my hair the exact shade as hers
Cause maybe then you'd look at me the way
You look at Isabella