1-Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time)
Singing my life with his words (two times)
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
Yo, this is Wyclef, Refugee Camp, Prakazrel
This little base sittin' up here on the base
While I'm on this pro
I got my girl "L", one time, one time
Hey yo, "L", you know you got the lyrics
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 bwoy, a stranger to my eyes
(repeat 1)
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
(rpt 1)
