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, stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time, one time)

Singing my life with his words (two times, two times)

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'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 (one time, one time)

Singing my life with his words (two times, two times)

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

Whoa

Woah-oah-ah-ah-ah uh, uh

La-la-la, la, la, la

Whoa, la

Whoa, la (ha, ha, ha, ha)

La-ah-ah-ah-ah

Strumming my pain with his fingers (yes, he was singing my life)

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 (whole life, with his words)

Killing me softly with his song