[Intro]
One, Two, Three, Four

[Verse 1]
You're on the train, it's all the same
You're looking out the window pane
And then amongst the gray and rain
You smell her cookin'
But then you see a foot, a leg
You scramble like a scrambled egg
You wanna weep, you wanna beg
She lookin' good!

She drops her lipstick on the floor
It rolled along the corridor
She headin' for the bathroom door
You follow blindly
You knock upon the pearly gate
Before you know it, it's too late
You took the apple and you ate
A big ol' bite!

[Pre-Chorus]
Lucky you, lucky you
Lucky you that she never knew
Lucky you, lucky you
Lucky you that she never knew
[Chorus]
She said her name was Bella Belle
(Soft and smooth like caramel)
Stop and think 'bout what you got
The girl is trouble, can you tell?
Oh, her name is Bella Belle
And one by one the boys all yell
(Let me be ya' fella, 'cause you're looking mighty swell, Belle)

[Verse 2]
The wife is sweet enough to eat
You have a fetish for her feet
Without her you were incomplete
You love her dearly
But now at home she's all alone
She never nags, she never moans
She say you are her precious stone
She shine up nice!

You're married under the apple tree
You're true, you knew, you wanna be
But now it's only plain to see
You feel so guilty
You wish you could resign away
Or find a way to hide away
You know the little runaway
Has strangled you
[Pre-Chorus]
Lucky you, lucky you
Lucky you that she never knew
Lucky you, lucky you
(Lucky you that she never knew)

[Chorus]
She said her name was Bella Belle
(Soft and smooth like caramel)
Stop and think 'bout what you got
The girl is trouble, can you tell?
Oh, her name is Bella Belle
And one by one the boys all yell
(Let me be ya' fella, 'cause you're looking mighty swell, Belle)

[Bridge]
Hippity hop, skibbity bop, doop doo wah (x12)

Hippity, hippity, doop doo wah
Skippity, skippity, doop doo wah (and line above, 3x)

Hippy, hippy, doop doo wah
Skippy, skippy, doop doo wah

[Chorus]
She said her name was Bella Belle
(Soft and smooth like caramel)
Stop and think 'bout what you got
The girl is trouble, can you tell?
Oh, her name is Bella Belle
And one by one the boys all yell
(Let me be ya' fella, 'cause you're looking mighty swell, Belle)