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.
There he was, this young boy
A stranger to my eyes, strumming my pain with his fingers.
Telling 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'd found my letters and read each one out loud
who just kept on singing singing clear and strong strumming the pain with his
fingers.
Telling 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 a song.
Oh.
Why, why, why?
Ooh, yeah
My love, my love, give me softly.
This song killing me, killing me softly This song killing me, killing me softly This song killing me, killing me, killing me
Give me something with this song.
Give me something with this song.
Give me something with this song.
Give me, give me.
We'll be right back.
Ooh, my love.
With his song, with his song.
Oh, oh, oh.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Die Die
Whoa.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, ha, ha, ha, ha.
And I...
Ooh.
