| lyric | Strumming my pain with his fingers,
singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his sing,
killing my whole life with his words
killing me softly with his song.
I heard he sang a good song ooh,
I heard he had a style.
Mm,. ans o I care to see him
and listen for a while.
Ooh, and there, he was this young boy, uh,
a stranger to my eyes.
I felt all flushed with fever, ooh,
embarrassed by the crowd.
Mm, I felt ha found my letters
and read each one out loud.
Ooh, I pryed that he would finish doo doo,
he just kept right on. |