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