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