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