Isabella paints her nails With shiny gold streaks in her hair She doesn't cry about you She doesn't have time to She doesn't even send any letters that she writes you She wouldn't even like to If you call she might indict you When she takes your call She doesn't say you're wrong And when you see her She wears Louis Saint-Laurent Maybe you're right, maybe you're right You can chase her your whole life Maybe you're right, maybe you're right Maybe you're right, maybe you're right Isabella's smile is fake And she holds fresh-colored flowers to her waist You can't keep your fingers off her Cause you love the way she tastes Too delicious to be fake When she takes your call She doesn't say you're wrong And if you piss her off She'd never write a song Maybe you're right, maybe you're right You can chase her your whole life Maybe you're right, maybe you're right Baby said you wanted me But treated me like nothing Baby said you loved me But I think I caught him laughing But Isabella Isabella When she takes your call She doesn't say you're wrong And when you see her She wears Louis Saint-Laurent Maybe you're right, maybe you're right You can chase her your whole life Maybe you're right, maybe you're right Isabella paints her nails Isabella