Killing Me Softly

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

At least stand for a while

And there he was, this young boy

A stranger into 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 soul, telling my whole life

With his words, killing me softly

With his song

I fell off flushed with fever

Embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he found my letters

And read each one aloud

I prayed that he would finish

But he just kept draw-

Oh, strumming my pain with his fingers

singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with

With his soul telling my whole life

With his words killing me softly

With his song

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

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

Strummin' my pen, yeah, singin' my life with the swirls

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh