She knows I can't read
She knows I can't write
But these are the letters from melody
Show me how to read
Show me how to write
These are the things you can do for me
These are the things you can do for me
These are the things you can do for me

Why did you kill that poor old man, Melody?
Why did you kill that poor old man, Melody?
She said: He was never good to me
She said: He was never kind to me

Ah, tell me how she was dressed that day, my Melody
Don't show me how she touched her face, my Melody
She said
I would never do it again
Give me another chance
I said: Why didn't you come to me?
I said: Why didn't you talk to me?