| Song | Killing Me Softly With Her Song |
| Artist | Andy Williams |
| Album | The Way We Were |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style. | |
| And so I came to see her to listen for a while. | |
| And there she was this young girl, a stranger to my eyes. | |
| 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 she would finish but she just kept right on. | |
| She sang as if she knew me in all my dark despair | |
| and then she looked right through me as if I wasn't there. | |
| But she just came to singing, singing clear and strong. |
| 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 heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style. | |
| And so I came to see her to listen for a while. | |
| And there she was this young girl, a stranger to my eyes. | |
| 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 she would finish but she just kept right on. | |
| She sang as if she knew me in all my dark despair | |
| and then she looked right through me as if I wasn' t there. | |
| But she just came to singing, singing clear and strong. |
| 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 heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style. | |
| And so I came to see her to listen for a while. | |
| And there she was this young girl, a stranger to my eyes. | |
| 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 she would finish but she just kept right on. | |
| She sang as if she knew me in all my dark despair | |
| and then she looked right through me as if I wasn' t there. | |
| But she just came to singing, singing clear and strong. |