Bella

Bella, every fella

Is so enthralled and stares in awe

When you go prancing by

Oh, oh, Bella, is there ever

A chance that there might be a chance romance for you and I?

Mmm-hmm

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 yellow

With little auburn tinted curls that send me over the moon

Oh, oh, Bella, my lovely Bella

Hey, ask your mom if I might come a-calling on you soon

Mmm-hmm

Oh, oh, Bella, my lovely Bella

Oh, oh, oh, Bella, my lovely Bella