Isabella

Oh Isabella
What can we tell ya
But they're gone
Maybe hiding in a rich man's attic
Or floating round the big black market
I don't know

I remember looking down
On the shapes of the mosaic ground below
(Y-e-a-h)
Thought that I'd be married there
Or maybe even buried there
I don't know

(Ye-ah-heh!)
Rembrandt's eyes were on their backs
Now all he sees are drapes and plaques
I got a feeling they're not coming back
Oh no!

Yeah-hehe Na-na-no-no
Ooh ooh yeah na na na
Na Na
Oh Isabella
What can we tell ya?
But they're gone
Y-e-a-h
Maybe hiding in a rich man's attic
Or floating round the big black market
I don't know

(Ye-ah-heh!)
Rembrandt's eyes were on their backs
Now all he sees are drapes and plaques (yeah)
I got a feeling they're not coming back
Oh no-ooo
Oh no-a-oh
Yeah-Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Laurie Geltman
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