[LAURYN:]
Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his
words,
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words, killing 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 and listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, stranger to my eyes,
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song, 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 prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on
strumming my pain
with his fingers, singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song,
telling my
whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song
(lauren)
yohyohyoh oooooooooohahahahaha
lalalalalalala ooooooooooha lalala ooooooolalalalaalaaa la la
la la la la la
[LAURYN:]
Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his
words,
killing me softly with his song,
killing me softly with his song,
telling my whole life with his words,
killing me softly with his song.
Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . .
shoutouts and fade.