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

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?”