Melfi sat alone in a big round room
"Oh, no, the mob guy comes in this afternoon."
Callin' out to Tony with her hands on her hips,
"He must be on the lam or he got himself clipped."

She's Melfi, she's Melfi, she's Melfi.
She picks his head.
She's Melfi, she's Melfi, she's Melfi.
She'll wind up dead.

Melfi's got a grudge against Mr. Rossi.
He better be on the lookout for Tony.
She never gets too scared because
She never makes him tell her what it is he really does.

She's Melfi, she's Melfi, she's Melfi
She's kinda brave.
She's Melfi, she's Melfi, she's Melfi
She doesn't shave.

Her lawyer buddy's got PTSD.
Cusamano invites her over for coffee.
Her son Jason is kind of a nerd.
Her ex-husband's always gotta have the last word.

She's Melfi, she's Melfi, she's Melfi
She's kinda stressed.
She's Melfi, she's Melfi, she's Melfi
But she's well-dressed.

Will this Melfi take him to bed?
I hope so.
Is this Melfi losin' her head?
Afraid so,
And that's all I'm gonna say. Fade to black.