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 . .