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
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 boy, a stranger to my eyes
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
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 (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
He sang as if he knew me, and all my dark despair
He kept on looking right through me as if I wasn't there
And then he kept on singing, singing clear and strong
Oh, oh, oh... La, la, la, la...
Strumming my pain with his fingers (Yes he was singing my life)
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song (Yeahh)
Telling my whole life with his words (Whole life, his words)
Killing me softly, with his song
Strumming my pain (Yeah)
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
