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 . .