Killing Me Softly

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,

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



ohh oh oh oh... ohhhhhhhhhh

aahhh la la ah ah ah ah.....

la la la la la la ohhhhh la la ah

oh oh oh laaaaaa ahhhhhhhhhh



ohhhh ohhh oh oh oh oh



Strumming my pain with his fingers, yes 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