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 all life with his words,
k**ing me softly with his song.
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 all life with his words,
k**ing me softly with his song.
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 all life with his words,
k**ing me softly with his song.
I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarra**ed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish,
But he just kept right on
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 all life with his words,
k**ing me softly with his song