Strummin' my pain with her fingers,
Singin' my life with her words,
k**ing me softly with her song,
k**ing me softly with her song,
Telling my whole life with her words,
k**ing me softly with her song
I heard she sang a good song,
I heard she had a style,
And so I came to see her,
To listen for a while
And there she was this young girl,
A stranger to my eyes
Strummin' my pain with her fingers,
Singin' my life with her words,
k**ing me softly with her song,
k**ing me softly with her song,
Telling my whole life with her words,
k**ing me softly with her song
I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarra**ed by the crowd,
I felt she found my letters,
And read each one aloud
I prayed that she would finish,
But she just kept right on
Strummin' my pain with her fingers,
Singin' my life with her words,
k**ing me softly with her song,
k**ing me softly with her song,
Telling my whole life with her words,
k**ing me softly with her song
She sang as if she knew me,
In all my dark despair,
And then she looked right through me,
As if I wasn't there
But she was there this stranger,
Singing clear and strong
Strummin' my pain with her fingers,
Singin' my life with her words,
k**ing me softly with her song,
k**ing me softly, with her song,
Telling my whole life with her words,
k**ing me softly, with her song
k**ing me softly, with her song