i heard she sang a good song i heard she had a style
and so i came to see her to listen for a while
and there she was this young girl
a stranger to my eyes
struming my pain with her fingers
singing my life with her words killing me softy
with her song killing me softly with her song
telling my whole life with her words
killing me softly with her song
i felt all flushed with fever embarrassed by the crowd
i felt she found my letters
and read eachone out loud
i prayed that she would finish
but she just kept right on
struming my pain with her fingers
singing my life with her words
killing me softy with her song
killing me softly with her song
telling my whole life with her words
killing me softly with her song
she sang as if she knew me
in all my dark despair
and then she looked right through me
as if i wasn't there but she was there this stranger
singing clear and strong
struming my pain with her fingers
singing my life with her words
killing me softy with her song
killing me softly with her song
telling my whole life with her words
killing me softly with her song
killing me softly with her song
