Everyone wants a whiff of her stockings,
everyone treats her to whatever they have.
It can be pure desperation,
whether it is because of love or money,
you'll never be her first.
Everyone loves Isabel.
Sometimes she's held very close
that shaving razor's edge.
I don't think she'll go forward with it,
she loves life too much,
that's something she never fogets.
Tonight, she will go out again.
Never feel pity for her,
lest she gets wind of it.
For his brittle laughter
hurts worse than a beating,
it slips inside your pride and whacks you good,
and you feel like a total jerk.
Her saliva has kissed me
and then she's made me pay up.
I've felt like something fictitious,
to pay for her habits
she's taken up this job,
much to her own dismay.
I've waken up late
and she was already gone.
She'd stolen everything,
I stood there like a fool:
the cocaine slip, all the weed
and my American Express card.
I've sat down at the kitchen
and started drinking.
And amidst the confusion and the rush,
a roaring laughter came out:
her smile indeed was beautiful.
Everyone loves Isabel.
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me...
I can pay.
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me...
I can pay.