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