text: the words:\n\nStrumming my pain with his fingers\nSinging my life with his words\nKilling me softly with his song\nKilling me softly... with his song\nTelling my whole life with his words\nKilling me softly... with his song\n\nHi, yo yea yea. now this is wyclef refugee\nel boogie up in here (doo dooo doo doo)\none time one time one time\nhey yo L you know you got the lyrics! \n\nI heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style\nAnd so I came to see him, and listen for a while\nAnd there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes\n\nStrumming my pain with his fingers\nSinging my life with his words\nKilling me softly with his song\nKilling me softly... with his song\nTelling my whole life with his words\nKilling me softly... with his song\n\nI felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd\nI felt he found my letters, and read each one aloud\nI prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on\n\nStrumming my pain with his fingers\nSinging my life with his words\nKilling me softly with his song\nKilling me softly... with his song\nTelling my whole life with his words\nKilling me softly... with his song\n\nohh oh oh oh... ohhhhhhhhhh \naahhh la la ah ah ah ah..... \nla la la la la la ohhhhh la la ah\noh oh oh laaaaaa ahhhhhhhhhh\n\nStrumming my pain with his fingers\n(yes he was) Singing my life with his words\nKilling me softly with his song\nKilling me softly... with his song\nTelling my whole life with his words\nKilling me softly... with his song\nstrummin my pain. yeyeyeyeye