She wakes up early, goes to bed late
Hair's kinda curly, head's on straight
Walks just like a movie star
Checkin' over her shoulder
Makin' sure you're not far
Her pictures are a depiction of
Life and afflicted love
Her voice I may never know
The noise of nothing's a clever foe
British Miss Bella lives an ocean away
And she paints pretty pictures in her bright red beret
In a different life a different day
Maybe she'd show me her ways
British Miss Bella and her bright red beret
She stands in her garden all alone
Flanked by her flowers
Guarded like gold
Trees rise up as pillars of praise
For Bella on this beautiful day
She stares boldly outside and into where
Your chances of being are only a prayer
She looks at you like she's looking through
All that you are and all that you knew
British Miss Bella lives an ocean away
And she paints pretty pictures in her bright red beret
In a different life a different day
Maybe she'd show me her ways
British Miss Bella and her bright red beret
British Miss Bella lives an ocean from me
And I paint pretty pictures in my mind, I dream
Of a different life, a different day
Where Bella would be mine
And I'd know her ways
British Miss Bella and her bright red beret
British Miss Bella and her bright red beret
British Miss Bella and her Bright red beret