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