I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him and listen for a while
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song
k**ing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarra**ed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on...
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song
k**ing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song
k**ing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song
Strumming my pain
Singing my life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song
k**ing me softly with his song