Bella

Bella, every fella is so enthralled

And stares in awe

When you go prancing by

Oh, oh, Bella, is there evah a chance

That there might be a chance romance

For you and I?

Oh, oh, Bella, I get jealous of every guy

That's caught your eye

Because I love you so

I thought you ought to know

Oh, oh, oh, oh, Bella, your hair is yella

With little auburn tinted curls

That's sent me over the moon

Oh, oh, Bella, my lovely, Bella

Hey, ask your mom if I might come

A callin' on you soon

Oh, oh, Bеlla, my lovely, Bella

Oh, oh, oh, Bella, my lovеly, Bella