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

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Stromin my pain with his fingers
Singin my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud,
I pray that he would finish
But he just kept right on

Chorus
Stromin my pain with his fingers
Singin my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

Wooooooaaaa ohhhhhhhhhh laaaa la la la la la la ohhh la laaa woaaa laa

Aaaalaaaaaa