sexta-feira, novembro 08, 2002

Bom, já que a gente (eu ainda não sei) vai no karaokê hoje...

Killing me softly - Fugges

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,
Uuuu......

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 boy,
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers, one time...
Singing my life with his words, two time...
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

I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarassed 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 time...
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 with his fingers, yes he was...
Singing my life with his words, aai...
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly, eee... with his song,
Telling my whole life (whole life), with his words (his words)
Killing me softly with his song...
Strumming my pain...yeah...