Isabelle
Are you well?
Do you miss me at all?
Are you sleeping right
Through the night?
Inspite of it all
Isabelle
What the hell
You don't write, you don't call
I miss you, can't you tell
Isabelle
Three women in my life
I have loved well well well
My mother, my wife and of course, Isabelle
I met an old friend I hadn't see for half my life
We talked and laughed as if no time had gone by
Now it's like someone out a spoon in my memory
And give it a stir
Thoughts are floating around
Where you went, where are you now
After how we were
Isabelle
Are you well?
Do you miss me at all?
Are you sleeping right?
Through the night?
Inspite of it all
Isabelle
What the hell
You don't write, you don't call
I miss you, can't you tell
Isabelle
Me and the girls are stories to you
You read us and tell us when you are through
How will you tell me?
Will you be honest if you find
You are having trouble making everything
Rhyme?
Depending on who's listing will you life?
And make yourself look more noble
Than you die at the time
When I tell my side
You made a plaything of my heart
You make love entertainment
But to me love is art
I wonder, how will you tell me?
How will you tell me?
Three women in my life
I have loved true, it's true
My mother, my wife, and of course, Isabelle
You