Strummin' my pain with his fingers, singin' my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song
Tellin' 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
Strummin' my pain with his fingers, singin' my life with his words
Killing me softly with this song, killing me softly with his song
Tellin' 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
Strummin' my pain with his fingers, singin' my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song
Tellin' my whole life with his words, killing me softly
With his song
Whoa, oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, uh-ah, ah-ah
La-la, la, la-la, la, whoa-oh-oh, la, la-ah
Oh, oh, oh, la, la, la, la, la-la
La, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Strummin' my pain, hey, (singin' my life) with his words
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song
Tellin' my whole life with his words, killing me softly
With his song
Strummin' my pain with his fingers, singin' my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song
Tellin' my whole life with his words, killing me softly
With his song