I heard she sang a good song
I heard she had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while.
And there she was this young girl
A stranger to my eyes.
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softly 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
Embarassed by the crowd,
I felt she found my letters
And read each one out loud.
I prayed that she would finish
But she just kept right on.
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly.
She sangas 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 a stranger
Singing clear and loud
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly, with her song...
