I heard he sang a good song,
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him,
To listen for a while
And ther 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 word
Killing me softly
with his song
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed 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 word
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life
with his word
Killing me softly
with his song...
Woah
Woah, oah, ah, ah, ah, uh, uh
La, la, la, la, la, la
Woah, la
Woah, la, (ha, ha, ha, ha)
La, ah, ah, ah, ah
Strumming my pain
with his fingers
Singing my life with his word
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life
With his word
Killing me softly
with his song
