Lletres: Battle. Back To Earth. Isabelle.

Isabelle, you know me Isabelle,
Please don't tell on me.
Isabelle, you know me Isabelle,
Don't you tell on me.

No you can't concentrate,
Like a woman in love.
Should the sky turn pale,
Up up up up above?
There's a distant correlation,
In the lives that we share.
But a voice in the trees,
Say's pack up pack up and leave.

I gave you this
With confidence.
I've kissed your lips a thousand times.

Isabelle, you know me Isabelle,
Please don't tell on me.
Isabelle, you know me Isabelle,
Don't you tell on me.

There's a knife in the road,
And I'm sure that's grown,
To the point where we're all
Cutting and drawing straws.
I've been distant and impatient,
Not restrained like my lawn.
So turn me on
And show me show me some more.

Because I gave you this,
With confidence.
I've kissed your lips a thousand times.
Bow to the king.
He knows your keen.
He's telling everyone here.

Isabelle, you know me Isabelle,
Please don't tell on me.
Isabelle, you know me far too well,
Don't you tell on me.
Isabelle, you know me Isabelle,
You know me Isabelle, you know me