GOTW: IPK Fusion Thread #2 - Page 104

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 ASR
El boogie up in here...
Rise well, little
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 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 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.

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-Boogie, take it to the bridge


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.


Strumming my pain
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,

The king fell in love with the queen;

from the very first glance sprang his very first love.

The hearts of both were wounded

by an arrowed glance that breached the hearts' walls.

The king fell in love with the queen...

Yet in finding the path, in discovering an embrace, neither their path nor their embrace is assured.

This often happens; the buds of desire,

blossoming, do not flower.

Even so, who knows why it did not obey...

the mad heart grew uncontrollably restless.

The king fell in love with the queen;

to Look at the queen; meeting her gaze,

she hid her eyes (for shame).

What else could she do; bowing her head,

her bangles began to twirl.

Such was the spell that the king cast...

even as she demurred, she consented.