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