Isabel - Baxter Dury

She’s early for no reason and she’s dancing at angles

Yet another slim man’s taking chances with another girl

She could be in her marigolds, dancing on her patio

She’s living it up in another dreary disco town

Isabel’s sleeping, Isabel’s sleeping

I think my mate slept with you when you were in Portugal

Isabel’s sleeping, Isabel’s sleeping

I think my mate slept with you when you were in Portugal

She’s broken all her promises and found another place to sleep

He’s a little boy that never thought about the consequence

She’s like a letter bomb waiting for another man

Sitting on a fence in another dreary disco town

Isabel’s sleeping, Isabel’s sleeping

I think my mate slept with you when you were in Portugal

Isabel’s sleeping, Isabel’s sleeping

I think my mate slept with you when you were in Portugal