Originally by Roberta Flack
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.
Hi, yo yea yea.
This is Wyclef, Refugee Camp
L-Boogie up in here…
Prazrel (Prazrel up in here! Ha! Ha!)
Lil’ Base sits up there on the base (Refugees up in here)
While I’m on this 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 listened for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes,
Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time),
Singing my life with his words (two times),
Killing me softly with this song,
Killing me softly with this song,
Telling my 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 (one time),
Singing my life with his words (two times),
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
Yo L-Boy, take it to the bridge
Come on
Strumming my pain with his fingers (yes, he was singing),
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.