Killing Me Softly With His Song

ROBERTA FLACK

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 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,

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

He sang as if he knew me,

and all my dark despair

And then he looked right through me

as if I wasn't there

And he just kept on singing,

singing clear and strong

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

Ohooohh

Laahh laah

ooohhh ooh

laaaaaaaaaah

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....

strummin' my pain

yes he was singin' my life

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Tellin' my whole life

With his words killing me softly

with his song