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.
Ou -Ou -Ou -Ou -Ou -Ou -Ou -Ou -Ou
Ooh, 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 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
In 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
Oooooooo
La la la la la
Oh oh oh oh
La la la
La la la la
Strummin' my pain with his fingers
Singin' 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 was strumming my pain with his fingers
Oh, he was 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
