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."

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?
Why didn't you talk to me?"