Isabella looks like she spends her days picking flowers in a grassy field

Isabella is an angel on Earth and I worship the ground beneath her heels

And I've seen every single photo of her that exists on the internet

Oh, Isabella, she's so perfect

How could I ever compare?

She's as precious as a prayer

Oh, how I wish she was me

'Cause then you would've met me first and

I'd be the one in all your Polaroids of her

I wanna dye my hair the exact shade as hers

'Cause maybe then you'd look at me the way

You look at Isabella

Isabella, my friends tell me she's as sweet as candy

But Isabella, her sweetness is starting to turn to poison in me

We've barely met, but I wanna steal her perfume and swim in a pool of it

'Cause Isabella, what's it about her

That I will never possess?

I want her side of your bed

Oh, how I wish she was me

'Cause then you would've met me first and

I'd be the one in all your Polaroids of her

I wanna dye my hair the exact shade as hers

'Cause maybe then you'd look at me the way

You look at Isabella

Oh

Oh

So I'll write everything down in a handwritten note

That I'll carry in my back pocket and never let you know

'Cause there comes a point for a girl who has never been in love

Where I start to watch the others and think I am not enough

Isabella, I wanna meet her so that I can be her

Be the initial on your neck, be the face inside your locket

Isabella, I can't escape her, she sends me compliments on paper

But secretly, every waking day, all I think about is how I wanna take her place

'Cause then you would've met me first and

I'd be the one in all your Polaroids of her

I wanna dye my hair the exact shade as hers

'Cause maybe then you'd look at me the way

You look at Isabella