One, two, three and up Yo, put your hands up Yo, one time, one time, one time I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style And so I came to see him to 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 k**ing me softly, k**ing me softly Telling my whole life with his words k**ing me softly with his song