| 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 to 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 ... | |
| 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 ... | |
| 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 ... |
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)