Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song. Telling my whole life, with his words.
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 his fingers. Singin' my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song telling my whole life.
Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song. Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song.