Para o meu amor!

Killing Me Softly

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 songYo,

this is Wyclef, Refugee Camp, Prakazrel

This little base sittin' up here on the base

While I'm on this proI 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 listen for a while

And there he was, this young bwoy, a 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

Oh, oh, oh... La, la, la, la...