Last Call - Isabel

Last Call Came right out the door Daddy’s little girl No one understands it doesn’t matter anymore Little do they know What really went on Or how much I’ve invested In this thing they’re calling love Packed my luggage, rushed but ready No more waiting I was crying, pain was blinding Couldn’t make it Calling I told him Pop, pop… I don’t have a husband anymore I gotta go, go I’m flying out might meet some other boys, boys Now I know get He did sense it Knew there was no next time, maybe Tried his best to be understanding Wish I had more strength than to tell him Pop, pop… I don’t have a husband anymore I gotta go, go I’m flying out might meet some other boys, boys Pop, pop… I wish I still had your hands to hold Heartbreak had me dumb I’d give it all to see you just once more Pop, pop… I don’t have a husband anymore I gotta go, go I’m flying out might meet some other boys, boys