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
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
embarassed by the crowd
i felt he'd 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
oh
ohoho ooo ooooo
lalalalalalal
la la la
ohohoh ahahahahahahahahah
ohohoho ahahahha
lalalalalalalal
