Melody

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 things you can do for me These are things you can do for me These are 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?" I said, "Why didn't you talk to me?"