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 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, 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
Yo l-boogie, take it to the bridge
(bust it)
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 finger, yeah he was . .