One, two, three and up Yo, put your hands up Yo, one time, one time, one time I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style And so I came to see him to listen for a while And there he was this young boy, a 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 my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly, killing me softly Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song