(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 letim sing for a while
And there he was this young
one
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 me 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 words
Killing me softly, with his song
Telling
my whole life, with his words
Killing me softly, with his
song
Woah oah oah etc etc
La, la la, la la la la
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Yes he
was
Singing my life with his word
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
Singing my life
Killing me softly with his
Killing
me softly
With his song
Telling my whole life
With his
words
Killing me softly
