Sugar Skulls

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. 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 truth. 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. Widowed, and a little less faithful, She let's the sidewalks sympathize With every step she takes, Ankles growing weak, dear 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 truth. 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. 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 damn tear. So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate. This is an actual case of the truth. 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.