And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes, traveled my bed with his fingers, 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 giving me someday with his song.

I felt all flushed with delivered Embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters and read prayed each one out loud I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on stopping