Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

(Ah) yeah, yeah, yeah

This is why

(Ooh yeah)

(Ah) one time, 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

Stranger to my eyes

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

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

La la la la la la

Whoa

La

Whoa

La

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

La ah aha ah ah

Strumming my pain with his fingers (Yes, he would sing)

Singing my life with his words (Ah)

Killing me softly with his song (Hey)