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