{LAURYN:} Strumming dub plates with our fingers, Eliminate sounds with our song, Killing a sound boy with this sound, Killing a sound boy with this sound, Taking sound boys' lives with this dub, killing him softly with this sound. 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. 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, 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. 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, 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
{CLEF:} Yo L-Boogie, take it to the bridge
{LAURYN:} 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. Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . . shoutouts and fade.
This blonde decides one day that she is sick and tired of all these blonde jokes and how all blondes are perceived as stupid, so she decides to show her husband that blondes really are smart. While her husband is off at work, she decides that she is going to paint a couple of rooms in the house. The next day, right after her husband leaves for work, she gets down to the task at hand. Her husband arrives home at 5:30 and smells the distinctive smell of paint. He walks into the living room and finds his wife lying on the floor in a pool of sweat. He notices that she is wearing a ski jacket and a fur coat at the same time. "Honey, are you okay?" he asks her. "Yes" she replies. "Then what are you doing?" he asks. "I wanted to prove to you that not all blonde women are dumb and I wanted to do it by painting the house." she replies. "Then why are you wearing a ski jacket over a fur coat?" he asks. "Well," she replies "I was reading the directions on the paint can and it said..... FOR BEST RESULTS, PUT ON TWO COATS."
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The Bar is open.......................Ladies night
FUGEES"Killing Me Softly"
{LAURYN:}
Strumming dub plates with our fingers,
Eliminate sounds with our song,
Killing a sound boy with this sound,
Killing a sound boy with this sound,
Taking sound boys' lives with this dub, killing him softly with this sound.
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.
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, 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. 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, 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
{CLEF:}
Yo L-Boogie, take it to the bridge
{LAURYN:}
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.
Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . .
shoutouts and fade.