isabella stand a little bit taller 
I don't deserve the tears, 
Any more than you deserve the fears 
That I have left you with, dear. 
Oh may I bless your every last tear? 
She's just a little girl, she knows nothing of this little game we like to play 
So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate. 
This is an actual case of the truth. 
At least, that's what they call it these days 
So tell your brothers and sisters to wait, '
Cause love is nothing to waste, 
And I swore, 
Never your heart, shall 
I break Wao-oh 
Wa-ohhhh Please bring me back to you 
Wao-oh Wa-ohhh 
Please bring me back 
Widowed, and a little less faithful, 
She let's the sidewalks sympathize 
With every step she takes, 
Her ankles growing weak, dear 
May he bless your every last tear? 
She's just a little girl, she knows nothing of this little game we like to play 
So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate. 
This is an actual case of the truth. 
At least, that's what they call it these days 
So tell your brothers and sisters to wait, '
Cause love is nothing to waste, 
And I swore, 
Never your heart, shall 
I break Wao-oh 
Wa-ohhhh Please bring me back to you 
Wao-oh Wa-ohhh 
Please bring me back to you 
Wao-oh Wa-ohhhh 
Please bring me back to you 
Wao-oh Wa-ohhh 
Please bring me back to you isabella stand a little bit taller 
I am the aisle in the back beside the votive light 
Who did this to you dear? 
Oh may you never shed a damn tear. 
So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate. 
This is an actual case of the truth. 
At least, that's what they call it these days 
So tell your brothers and sisters to wait, '
Cause love is nothing to waste, 
And I swore, 
Never your heart, shall 
I break