Texty: Mason Jennings. Simple Life. Isabella Part II.

Isabella, Isabella, don't you turn me down
I've been knockin' on the front door
Of my very own house

Isabella, Isabella
Don't treat me like I'm dead and gone
I just want to see my baby daughter
Before her childhood is gone

Isabella, Isabella
Let me in the door or I'll kick out the window
And spill glass on the floor

Isabella, Isabella
Tell me where my daughter is
Tell me how all my love could have led to this

Isabella, you don't have to love me like you did
Maybe things have fallen for the better
Isabella, maybe you're just glad to be rid of me

I hope I'm on your mind, Isabella's on my mind
I can hardly help but think
Of all the damage we have left behind us

Isabella, Isabella, don't you turn me down
I've been knockin' on the front door
Of my very own house

Isabella, Isabella
Don't treat me like I'm dead and gone
I just want to see my baby daughter
Before her childhood is gone

Isabella, you don't have to love me like you did
Maybe things have fallen for the better
Isabella, maybe you're just glad to be rid of me

I hope I'm on your mind, Isabella's on my mind
I can hardly help but think
Of all the damage we have left behind us

Isabella, Isabella
I know where you keep your gun
Don't think that I've forgotten
All that you've done

Isabella, Isabella
They won't ever find you
Six feet under till the rain and thunder
Finish all that I have left you

Isabella, you don't have to love me like you did
Maybe things have fallen for the better
Isabella, maybe you're just glad to be rid of me

I hope I'm on your mind, Isabella's on my mind
I can hardly help but think
Of all the damage we have left behind us, Isabella