Isabella stand a little bit taller.
I don't deserve your tears,
anymore 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 [bad word] 
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.

Ohhh.. 
Please bring me back to you..

Widowed, and a little less faithful,
She let's the sidewalks sympathize
With every step she takes,
Ankles growing weak, dear
Oh 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 [bad word] 
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.

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?
May you never shed a [bad word] tear.

So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
This is an actual case of the [bad word] 
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.