The Ballad of Melody Nelson

This is the story of Melody Nelson
Apart from me, no one
Ever took her in his arms
Under her thumb, ice in the sun
She was nothing but love, poor Melody Nelson
Her life was more said than done
But her days were numbered nil
Count fourteen falls
Fifteen on call
A baby tiger was Melody Nelson
Forever purring in the sun
Just as dangerous as a child with a gun
Shooting me down
Oh my Melody, my Melody Nelson
Still playing hurting garnes for fun
As adorable as dumb
Deaf to the sound
To what’s going down