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
Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me softly wooah-ah-ah
Wooah-ah-ah, wooah-ah-ah
La-la-la-la-la-la da-da, wooah-ah-ah
La-la-la-la-la-la woow-wo-hoa
La la la la la laaaa
With his song
Strumming my pain with his fingers
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
Writer(s): Norman Gimbel, Charles Fox
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