Roberta Flack - 70s
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| I heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style. |
| And so I came to see her to listen for a while. |
| And there she was this young girl, a stranger to my eyes... |
| I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd, |
| I felt she found my letters and read each one out loud. |
| I prayed that she would finish, but she just kept right on... |
| oohh ... |
| na na na na na ... oh... |
| oh oh oh ... |
| She sang as if she knew me, in all my dark despair |
| And then she looked right through me, as if I wasn't there. |
| And she just kept on singing, singing clear and strong. |